Beautiful

"Beautiful things don't ask for attention"

-The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

Snow leopards (Panthera uncia) are one of the most enigmatic wild cats. They live and travel in solitude over vast distances of isolated and rugged mountain range in central Asia, and are supremely adapted to thrive in some of the harshest conditions on the planet. Adding to their elusive nature, snow leopards are the one big cat that cannot roar. Seldom observed in the wild, or at best a fleeting apparition, snow leopards have appropriately earned the title ‘Ghost of the mountains’.

Magic and magic

“Music is the strongest form of magic” Marylyn Manson
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”  Roald Dahl
“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.” J.M Barrie
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”  W.B. Yeats

I will be broken in your
pieces and nightfall will
evoke our silent silver hearts.
I wrote you to many places
And when the morning grew
Its dewy wings we collapsed
With its’ stagnant winds.
Pressing my fingers against
Your wicked time the
Fingertips of these capital vows
Release our dusted wings.
You were always here
But today I touched me
As I touched you and dull
Lights spoke music.
Spoke magic.
speaking and singing and living
through magic.
And I keep
Breathing
keep taking your
Breathe taking my breathe
And Keep breathing you inside
all this magic. again and
again and in lowercase
again.

My one eye

Distant patterns across

My face and your eyes start

Sewing their tough stains

With background tears.

You diluted my arms

With plastic but I wanted

Your freedom in me.

You won’t swallow the

Suddenly because the past

becomes

Your breath your air

your reason to love to hate

the cells of this white page.

Your last day with

Me will be our first;

The law in you revisits

Our freedom memoirs.

Salvation and purity blowing

Your eyes away with me

Growing your light

Inside of me.

Subdued by our malice

We pretended void all

While filling our empty

Hearts with this poem’s

Breaks; poetry for you

Because your soul is

Mine. Not me but mine.