April 11 : No Man Is An Island

I always thought I would sail across
frozen oceans alone
(when I needed to).
And the stars were mine alone
(when the night smelled of
dreams and fresh rain),
and somedays with fairy lights
could not be shared with the world
because the world could not
Understand.

I laughed with people and smiled
a lot, and I loved thoughtlessly
and I believed in goodness -
but the sky was mine to keep.
That, I would not share with
stupid people. I would share
conversations and sitcoms,
sarcasm and some books,
but secret notebooks of
thick paper where I stuck
butterflies and rainbows
and rose petals and poetry
that was mine alone to love.

But No Man Is An Island.

And so maybe I can live with
the world and also
keep it at bay,
but when she came,
smiling and loving
the things I loved as mine
(mine), she came to stay.
And we found some and we
built some (and we made it up
inside our cloudy heads)
and the ship we will sit in
is yellow and flowered
(since No Man Is An Island
and thus we need to sail across
frozen oceans) and not alone.

And dried palash flowers
tangled in sea-dried hair
we will cross all them oceans
brave adventurers that we are
(together), on a ship made only
of joy and smiles, and wisdom
(that came through pain) and
love. And we will eat fresh
strawberries and we will smell
like rainbows, in purple sunsets
we will sail through life (only
our flower-tangled hair will
fly in the still oceans and
the seagulls will know us
from afar).