Aika's Ponderland

Never know how to feel, Something you steal When you look at me With your eyes, as blue as the sea Never know what to say, Seeing you every day So close yet so far You and I are Never know where to go, Time can be very slow When the fire inside is suppressed Suffocated, in my chest But I know this: Those hands I wanna hold ‘till my hair turns grey and old Those eyes I wanna stare into All day and night through Those lips I wanna kiss Because that’s where I find bliss That chest I wanna lay on From dusk till dawn. Please stay. AIKA Sarnia, ON, CA 19062018

Silently the snowflakes fall, trees weary from their burden  A silken sheath across the land reaching to the shoreline    I walk these dark streets alone, fresh footprints in the snow  Hypnotic, drifting patterns, meander in midnight air Windows glow with inner light, flames flicker on the curtains People slumber by the fire, smoke rising from the chimneys I am the only living thing, for as far as my eyes can see  I wonder how the spiders live and where the sparrows go Snowmen stand and guard the gates and smile as I pass them by Almost at my journeys end, my hands and feet are frozen Home is here, I breathe the warmth which stings my sleeping fingers I rest my head down by the fire, leaving the world to winter AIKA Markham, ON, CA 20062018

The night confides to the moon, That his soul is not as dark as it always seems. The sun proudly lingers on the noon, Makes him madly regret, that he belongs on the other side of the time continuum. One shall not ponder Of where the wind would blow Air is an invisible matter one would wonder Its existence is dictated merely on its flow So what would happen that the air is unseen? What state of mind would you clearly see it in? Shall you be broken? To realize one’s wholeness? Shall you be beaten? To see one’s roundness? Running and running in circle Like a dog chasing its tail Looking for a thing to hold in this bubble What possibly could make us fail? Love is no more than an infinite shades of colors Just like… morning One would think it is a new beginning One would see it as the time for returning Fire, oh the fire embodied in every molecule Preserve it as a jewel For when it’s dimmed and faded One would become jaded

Searching, staring, into the field Softly through the humming silence Flowing stillness, the caressing waves Her fire, her spirit, her floating hair Breathing, colour, the trace she weaves The shimmer, the light, the dance of fire Formed, ceaseless, organic rhythm The drum, the crackle, the deepest dark Touching, beauty, beyond the moment In time, she lives, behind my eyelids AIKA Markham, ON, CA 28062018

I could hold this time forever His face Silent and still As if painted onto the sky He was watching the ocean When I woke To the sound of drums Entrancing me into the morning I felt the iridescent nature of his love Enriching the pastel canvas of my world His words filled me, like I could feel them on my skin Melting the obsidian fractured heart of my past His touch, his voice, his smile His heart, his joy, his kiss His hope, his peace, his fire The land stood in silence and I dreamed of him AIKA Markham, ON, CA 26062018

I will keep you in my heart, no matter how far we are apart. I will keep you in my mind, never will I leave you behind. I will keep you in my soul, for you are my whole. Ika Septianasari Batam, 24 May 2013