Requiem

His eyes
are the suns of my earth.

I am still alive.

Ribbons, and Bibles
stolen from chapels.

I trust
every single of a thousand coastlines,
the requiem of the folding
and unfolding waves.


I wrote that one while staring at a vanilla candle. I originally had a line in there about "essence of vanilla" but I took it out later on.

This is one of my more abstract poems. It doesn't make much sense, but I find a sort of mystery in it. Maybe that's why I like it so much.