Proust and Me

I see, I see
New eyes:
It's me.

My gaze, my face
Anew:
Be free.

To blink, to dream
Awake with these,
New lands, new sight-

Proust and Me.

Reckless Hearts

A Heart of 81 beats
Open without surgical method
Then let the life run out.
Her given
Forgiven?
There once were so many sonnets
So many colours, artistic palettes.
Perfect but not enough
As the puzzle missing a piece,
And the war ensues around them.

Reckless wonder,
Wander free
A Heart is with you
Love always....