Familiar Smell


Why does this house smell so familiar?

Making me nostalgic of my home so far away,

Bringing me faint memories of yesterday.


Why does this house suddenly smell so familiar?

In this new place that I am destined to stay,

With no hope of seeing my home again.


Why did the house start smelling so familiar?

Into my slumber it penetrates, permeates;

Remembering summer, thoughts I had left to deteriorate.


When I wake up the smell is gone,

And all that I have left to remember it,

Is fading away with the morning mist.


Yes, You Do


Why does your every word relieve me?

The sound of your voice soothes me, so much that it makes me cry.

Yes, it makes me cry; for I know that because of my sins I do not deserve them.


Why do your beautiful dark eyes heal me?

They enchant me, like the will-o-wisps of the woods.

Yes, they lead me astray, and off the path I have been exiled to.


Why does your smile spread joy through me?

Your smile is so bright that it burns me right into my core.

Yes, it burns me; my dark stained soul smolders  I can no longer see.


Why does your warmth accept me?

It makes me feel desired, and I know that it must be a lie.

Yes, it must be; for you love everyone equally, regardless of who they are.


Why does your heart so persistently seek after me?

My heart aches; I wonder if you know what you are doing right now.

Yes, I ran from you once to save your light; only now I realize that you have followed mine.

The Fantastical Truth

Old books

Can you really here the mountains singing?

Do the trees actually sigh as the wind passes by?

Is there an enchanted land waiting to be discovered, behind this closet door?

Is there another world hidden in the clouds, or on the ocean floor?

Have you ever seen how the phoenix cries as it takes flight?

Can you hear the voices of sirens sing throughout the night?

Do fairies have tails, in fact, do they even have wings?

Does Leviathan continue to swim in the deep, or is he fast asleep?

How can a sword cut through water, and not through rocks?

How can you escape, when chained down by hundreds of locks?

They follow us, surround us, stalk us; dancing around us all the time.

We may never realize them, though they’ve existed long before we were alive.

I wonder about them; I wonder if they even exist.

The truth hidden in old books.

A never-ending mystery; an eternal adventure.

In order to solve the mystery;

To begin the adventure; to make the dream a reality.

I try to capture all these feelings and put them into words:

The Fantastical Truth.

The contradiction of a contradiction.

The wishes from those before can be found there.