November 03, 2008


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.


Erin said...

This is so beautiful.
It gave me a sort of comforting, peaceful feel to read it.

Odessa said...

"I trust
every single of a thousand coastlines"

I feel the same way. Lovely words.

Maya Ganesan said...

I'm glad you both liked it.