silence is also music.

Friday, August 15, 2003

for You, beloved.

understatement

to describe you in words, i would attempt,
over and over again, but i'd exempt
all the times i have ever tried
and start all over again, and i would lie

to myself, telling myself, talking to myself,
that there still is a possibility
i can find the right words amongst these shelves
in a novel, a thesaurus, a dictionary.
and i'd fail again, unable to find
enough symonyms for the word "pulchritudinous"
to suffice the amount of inspiration that blinds
me; ah, you are too wonderous,
my love.

i terminate my search for the words, my dear,
that do you justice in the world's eyes.
i know now, there never will appear
in any print or voice what mine
eyes have discovered in you.
i was proving myself wrong
in these feeble attempts to
materialize this inaudible feeling all along.

i cannot say, and i cannot write
to do you justice to the audience
that is the world, but the light
is in the ringing symphony of this silence.

and then only one phrase comes to mind,
the desperate cry of the unheard,
"i love you" like i never have to find
anything else at all. and i dont have to say another word.

(c) 2003 mai kozai

silence is also music. {2:00 AM}

Tuesday, August 12, 2003

*this is one of those poems that i want to show someone who needs some encouragement. it came out of nowhere, but i have grown my own affinity to it. please give it a look. enjoy.

the ocean's treasure

i found happiness in a bottle in the ocean;
it was written hastily in pencil.
someone must have had something urgent to say;
ironically, the bottle had traveled many a places
and the wear and tear suggested the years
this bottle has been searching for the recipient.

am i allowed to read this message?
am i really the person they have been looking for?
histories ago, i was not even a shadow
to walk this earth.
am i still the person that they address?

"my beloved-- i have sealed in this bottle
a thousand kisses, a thousand embraces,
and a lifetime of happiness.
if the miles between us take away
one kiss and embrace for each mile that stands in our way...
at least the last will endure the crashing waves
until it reaches you,
for if you are the receiver of my happiness,
you are alive and you deserve all the happiness in the world."

the rays of the sunset made a prism out of the bottle
and the glimmer of the day was captured safely.

i found happiness in a bottle in the ocean,
and i decided to send my own.

(c)2003 mai kozai

silence is also music. {6:33 AM}

the sunset's painting

i don't want to forget your warm embrace
so i blankly gaze and face
the sunset, knowing that tomorrow
the same sun will show
in the canvas of blue
to shine its rays on you.

i don't plan to forget your comforting smile
so i let the sun's rays hold me a while
and i smile, knowing that yesterday
the sun visited you to say
what i cannot make you hear,
for lack of me being near.

i don't desire many a sunsets,
only once a day is enough to let
me know, knowing that today
you and i still feel the same way
for each other;
may it be forever.

(c) 2003 mai kozai

silence is also music. {6:20 AM}

Monday, August 11, 2003

iv

listening to the song of the rain
one by one, like a teardrop,
the fall on my face and the pain
anguishes me, and i want for it to stop.

but the soft harmony of their song,
too beautiful to be refused.
so here i stand, pretending to be strong
as the drops from the sky and my own diffuse.

(c) 2003 mai kozai

silence is also music. {3:21 AM}

iii
my attraction to darkness
was not to paint over your lovely face.
my reason for finding haven in an abyss
was not the result of some grimace.

my intentions for running away
were not to shun you from me.
the reason that i did not stay
was to shun myself from you.

(c) 2003 mai kozai

silence is also music. {3:19 AM}

ii

the faint sound of the guitar
in teh corner of this empty room
distant memories don't seem so far
if i welcome their return.

(c)2003 mai kozai

silence is also music. {3:17 AM}

tons of short poems on the way. let's start now. enjoy.

*sidenote: none of these poems have titles. they will be given roman numerals.

i

excruciating pain, i remain
calm.
agonizing torture, no cure
at all.
is this what they call
the wrath of hell?
alas, i know the culprit:
Love has taken me captive.

(c)2003 mai kozai

silence is also music. {3:15 AM}