a daylight dream

Lately, it has beamed upon me that all of the beautiful things in the world are graceful in the form of thought, which makes them very difficult to attain and translate into daily life. One of those splendid values is surely gratitude. When most are asked whether they are grateful or not, they’d most probably agree that they are grateful. Same applies to mindfulness and kindness. However, it seems that it is not adequate for us to simply admit it— beauty is in fact a practice— an  action . Some years ago, in a dark place, I realised that there was an unattainable dimension of beauty and dreams I wanted to achieve and reach. I knew I was blessed and honestly, the amount of blessings I was surrounded by made me feel even more guilty. Nothing really changed when I simply thought of that, it did not shift my mindset. However, when I actively started to practise gratitude by writing those blessings down and truly acknowledging them every day, those blessings seemed more r...

I’ve been looking for your eyes, In the vivid stars, Glistening on a winter night. I wonder if I, Come across your thoughts, At lone times. For to me, In safe places, You’re a melody; A hum to my ear, I hear you close, To set my worries free. Worlds apart, But still in touch, Through beating hearts, And ocean-like irises, A spectrum of browns, Drowning fear alive. I’ve taken more risks, Than I thought I could bear, Perhaps when you believe, Love is found everywhere. And courage lifts me, Carries me, Towards a whisper, A faint light, A dream of love, An electric touch. Year over year, Passion growing, Our youth still pounding, In traces of memories, The glimpses of the past— An eternal you and me.