Again, Mr.T wrote me another lovely poem, he’s so talented, this time it made my eyes glassy and my heart is so touched coz I really love the words he wrote. I enjoy our correspondence through emails and I hope you do too. So without further ado, I present to you, The Turning Pages:

TURNING PAGES

Yesterday I was tangled deep in this web of life.
I was shorter then carrying weights of the world in my pockets.
I was much more quiet from words lost on a hopeless cause.
My breath, shorter as the veins were stolen from my heart.
My hands calloused and rough, wrenched with worry and grief.
My feet sore from walking towards an uncertain destiny.

Then night unwillingly came not wanting to be alone.
The winters moon appeared like a white rabbit from a magicians hat.
Its light crisp and cool bath me, washing away un-cried tears.
Puddled reflections of scarred memories held tight like a fistful of sand.
Drained of energy I sleep a lonely sleep.

That was yesterday, then came whispers beckoning me to wake.
Slowly the light fills me like fuel to a machine.
Eyes flutter open to the singing of the sun.
More gentle whispers and soon a I shutter awake.
A broad shoulder to lean on etched also from the rain.
Warm rays dried rain from my eyes that I may see anew.
Eyes glistened like pearls and smirks nudged to smiles.
No demands, no expectations just hearts beating stronger in the air.
Clouds pass, time flies as old aches ease.
With the turning of each page I grow slowly in strength no longer afraid to become closer to me.

For Susan

Naki Sky
9/19/2007

Im really touched that someone in the US bothered to make me a poem, it makes me feel special, thanks Mr.T (you know who you are). Why Rain?? coz for those who already know me quite well that I use lots of id or nicknames of Miss Rain and not just that, it’s because I really love Rain and that’s only season I love (not that we have 4 seasons here hehe doesnt matter though as I would choose rain anyway) so, here goes;

CALL ME RAIN

May I call you rain on a bright sunny day,
may the pain of past lovers achingly wash away.
Is it just fate to live in this time,
where smiles from strangers serves as my life line.
To accept a heart then give it away,
seems the norm in this civilized day.
To refuse to dream to hold back time,
to hold back memories that dulls the mind.
Stripped naked these feelings that keeps me sane,
upside down sadness, seems I’m only happy when it rains. (your words)

You take the name Miss Rain to hide your pain,
not knowing the sun’s dried your tears to stains.
Miss Rain - cloudy and gloomy no one cares to understand,
Miss Rain - gathering and erasing memories with a gentle command.
Miss Rain - like sands in the hour glass you come tumbling down,
Miss Rain - never reveals whether it is a smile or a frown.

The wind blows both quiet and gentle, drying your clothes,
while the sun kisses your skin from head to toe.
A gentle touch, but not too much,
as silence smothers sweet words of such.
Slowly the feint scent arrives anew,
whispers, Shhhh! it is I who sent them to you.

To Miss Rain

Always
Naki Sky

9 Sept 2007

Thanks for the 16 E-cards you sent me today, I cant possibly put it all here so I picked one only hehe and I just want to know that you’re so sweet and thank you so much for the Poems and the E-cards.

“Hug you mom for having you today, its actually her birthday - meaning the day she gave birth to the wonderful you” by Mr.T