Sweetness on the Fingertips

The tenderness of a delicate touch,
The sweetness on the fingertips…
The feeling of love is such -
It’s like honey on the lips.

The harshness of the day is felt,
Unexpected thorns on a flower.
With the hurt one should not dwell,
To not acquire a taste for the sour.

But at the end of a long, hard day,
With the sun setting quietly,
All the burdens might go away
When one is embraced gently.

And when the thunder at night
Brings fears to the surface,
Be chased away they might
By the sweetness of an embrace.

Letting it Show

The rays of the sun spread across the fields,
The roads and highways across the city.
The brain works through what the heart feels,
And for where it can go there is no limit.

The sand can be carried away by the breeze,
As can the seeds of the fragile dandelion.
Matters that matter are spoken in a wheeze,
It might be difficult to see where they belong.

The seasons denote the passing of the time,
When the sun sets and where the wind blows,
The evolving of a human being sure is a sign
Of learning to honestly let the feelings show.

The winter comes, bringing the first frost,
All things frozen are tight and constricted.
But a heart feels like blooming at all costs,
Expanding beyond the pain once inflicted.

KBS, May 2009.