You said you had not a star in your sky, so I flipped through my old space encyclopaedia.
Practiced pointing out constellations, showing off the hundreds of stars I've seen like they were my personal trophies... oh, there's Orion, do you see?

I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid, but the stars simply dulled and vanished to coal and ink. Pretty as they were, I never paused to gaze at the patterns above.

But when you talked of the stars, they shone again, brighter than they ever did.

The stars, they dance to faraway songs when they dazzle, did you know that?

You said you loved songs, so I hum long-lost tunes every now and then.
Sing the songs you recommended so eagerly, this one's, "Stille Poeten", do you remember? I mispronounce it terribly, you would probably laugh... dying velociraptor laugh!

I loved music when I was a kid, but the melodies simply muffled to silence. Drowned out in the buzz of life, faint taps of piano and the like.

But when you mused of music, they bloomed, every instrument flowering prettier than I'd ever known.

Every every splash of the sea, every roar of the rainclouds, they sing too, can you hear them?

You said you liked the rain, so I started loving monsoon more.
Doodled smiley faces on foggy windows, that's your name I wrote, do you see? My handwriting makes me believe I'm destined to be a doctor... don't worry, your name is written in the neatest handwriting I could write.

I always loved monsoon when I was a kid, but the pattering rain simply quietened. It was too childish, to cherish something as "ordinary" as rain.

But when you talked of the rain, I felt like dancing in puddles like I used to. I felt like folding paper into those little boats and letting them flow, flow as beautifully as the words of a poet.

Through entropy, I embraced words, woven as they web through my veins... but truth be told, the only reason I write is you.

I wasn't too fond of poems as a kid, thought they were nothing but silly sing-song words.
Yet I spill my soul in ink on paper, that's poetry, do you see?
For I have witnessed the magic you weave in rhymes, and that is why I write too.
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I am a constellation you stitched together with stars that shine of childhood memories.
I am a mosaic of all the songs you love so much.
I am a storm you spun with strands of chaos I was cursed to hide.

I am a poet you created with kindness and care I'd never known.
I am a poet.
Thank you, my angel.
Angel of life.
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~In Praise of a Perfect Angel~
• Paradise in those Eyes
• Rose In Bloom
• Thank You, My Angel
• Good Morning, Sunshine!
• You will be Nostalgia
• Serendipity
• The Anchor and The Ship

© Alter Ego