Poetry or something


When I see your smile,
I can almost listen to your dreams,
I see your effort to exist.
In the distance you’re a reminder
of the world that is out there.

Isn’t it ironic? Now I cannot go anywhere
I would simply choose your smile
to get to my favorite place,
I’ve been wondering what is home?,
where is it? Do you know?
Then I think and I find out
my home is in your dreaming eyes.

I have many homes and heartbeats,
and I can only be in one at the time.
But if I could see the whole universe
from any planet, world, or paradigm,
I’d choose those smiles to think about,
and feel at home writing this verse.