fidus achates.
looming into the cosmic hues,
in the world of vast scrutiny, mysteries, and puzzling clues
he arrived, strong and true;
like the heaven-sent star that i once knew
he stands still, and amongst orion's belt, began scintillating
when you stare at the midnight sky,
you'll see the reflections of his eyes.
either see him for who he is, or just go blind.
just like when the cold air caress upon your skin,
and felt the shivers of a freezing point
it's just the disguised comfort of a guy named Ken;
in the wind you'll hear nostalgia upon his soothing voice.
in his silence, i seized the moment
cherishing every passing hours
admiring this star's gorgeous alignment.
he seized the night filled with words left unsaid
across the universe, far from the world's torment.
Ken loomed into the cosmic hues
all alone and bruised, he's the captain of his cruise
and i might never know how it is to be in his shoes
but every time the night falls, I'll look up to appreciate the view.
because when he arrived, all strong and true
i figured he's a friend that i can count on, a star i finally knew.
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Wild Cards
Poetry"Wild Cards" is a collection of poems and proses for all of the uncertainties we'll have to gamble through after taking the risk and giving chance to open ourselves to something new.
