Dreams, my child, are treasures deep, Cradled in your heart where they safely sleep. While coins and jewels swell with rust, Your dreams are the riches that defy all dust.
On a tree of wishes, tags swing high, Soft tears whispered to the everlasting divine sky. Gold may glitter, diamonds may gleam, But nobody can ever steal a sweet childhood dream!
Health is wealth, the wise declare, Yet, dreams have wings beyond compare. So dream your dreams, chase them far, A priceless gift—a magical shooting star.
Your dreams are fires that never die, A beaming lighthouse—guiding you through the night. So dream big, dear child, the world is wide, Open your heart, let your dreams soar with pride.
I stare into the mirror. I see myself—those worried eyes I know so well. “What do you fear?” I ask. “I’m afraid to take this step,” she replies. “Don’t. I’ll be with you holding your hand.”
She doesn’t trust me but begins to climb. Step by slow step. I watch her go up beyond my reach. My legs tremble. My heart pounds in my ears. She reaches the highest highs, I can barely see her.
“I’m scared,” she screams as she looks down. “How will I get down?” “Jump,” I encourage her. “Impossible! I will die!” “You won’t. I will catch you,” I assure.
She hesitates. “I can’t! I’m terrified!” she cries. “Just trust me,” I whisper. “If you fall, I’ll fall… with you.”
Her quivering feet slide to the edge, I catch my breath, She plunges into the unknown. First, like a rock tossed in the wind, Then she unfolds her arms— Delicate wings, unsure they will hold her, Yet she spreads them wide in growing confidence, As feathers grow from her skin.
I hint a smile and behold her glide, A bird soaring on a gale. I extend my arms into the air. “What if I can’t do this?” I doubt myself. Terror embraces me from behind. “If you fail, I fail too,” Her mutter echoes in my heart.
She lands within me, I ripple like a drop cascading into a lake, Peacefully blending into placid waters.
Was it her or me? Who truly made it?
I stare into the mirror. I see myself—those worried eyes I know so well. “What do you fear?” she asks. “I’m scared to take this step.” “Don’t. I’ll be with you holding your hand,” she replies.
I climb with trembling legs. She will catch me, she’ll find a way— As I once did. I’ll find my wings… Just as she once found hers.
Author’s Note: Some moments are just too precious to let fade, right? My youngest daughter’s chalky feet—capturing the fun and colors of a sunny afternoon in the park (before she turned 4.) I stumbled upon this photo and couldn’t let it go. It inspired this short poem and now lives here, safe and treasured. 🙂
A dreamy glimpse of you, and the whole Universe disappears. Irresistibly captivated; I venture into the cosmos of your glowing eyes— The only two stars left in the vast multiverse, so dazzling; so bright.
I dive into their stellar space… Eclipsed in the moment, I surrender to your orbit, Lost, like a silent asteroid in an endless cosmic sea.
Tangled in the gravity of your embrace, Time slows, a mystical clock suspends its hands. Only a breath divides us. I gravitate toward you, like stardust drawn to light. The magnetism of your heart pulls me near—so near my pounding heartbeat dances with yours, a cosmic rhythm— Two souls meeting the unknown.
Yet, you bring me closer, and our breaths melt into one.
In the heat of supernova passion, my eyes close; like clouds veiling the sun, awaiting the magic astral tick… Our lips collide; like two meteors in a vast galaxy, Painting a new constellation of unspoken promises.
Amidst the warmth of a golden day, Reality alighted on my shoulders. Its big eyes pierced through mine, Penetrating the deepest cellar of my soul;
Time’s relentless run paused—for a beat. I sat on my paddleboard, Soft waves caressing it tenderly, like a lullaby. I drifted… Enveloped by a floating magic carpet of infinite blue…
I marveled at the sunlight’s delicate strokes, Feathering the crests of waves. All calm as it was blue; Infinite, linear, and placid.
In this evanescent flash, Time stretched for breaths, In slow, harmonic sways, While birds above Soared as freely as my thoughts.
I surrendered my worries, Opening the door to joy and gratitude, Their bold entrance filling my heart With peace and serenity.
I spread my fragile, ethereal wings And released my spirit to rise high, Beyond enchanted realms, Surpassing all earthly bliss. Just for a moment… For this is short-lived contentment.
In that ephemeral flight, the wind’s whisper Reminded me of reality awaiting my return.
Like a brief summer breeze, Life passes swiftly; Our precious time is fleeting — a spark in the shadow of eternity.
Soon, we’ll drown In the endless night of forever-darkness. Like a rock plummeting into the deepest canyon, We’ll become a hollow thud— A forgotten echo in numbed stillness. Every memory of us disintegrating, Into grains in dust scattered by the wind.
In the stillness of the night, I sit by the glowing campfire, Embraced by an endless blanket of warm stars. I lean my head on the moon’s shoulder, And he envelops me gently with his radiance, Shielding me from the encroaching shadows of loneliness.
I stir my dreams in the cauldron of twilight, Each bubble—a wish sent on a moonbeam, Every string of steam—a spiral of hope, For your fleeting gaze to fill the hollows of my heart.
Like a Witch amidst the dancing flames, I fervently invoke the celestial light. Could I cast a spell to attract your affection? No… I can’t… I won’t bewitch your heart… I loathe cursed adoration. I shun false and deceptive masquerades.
Still, Evil sneaks in with his deceits, Haunting me with wicked lures of delusion, Invading my thoughts, polluting my consciousness. At night, when darkness closes my eyes, His demons plunge their claws into my bleeding heart.
Yet, bolted to the sacred stone of pristine sincerity, I tower tall, siding with purest honesty, Inviting blooming, genuine love. I yearn for crimson passion, an ethereal weave, And your heartfelt desire for me—rooted deeply in utter truth.
I nurture a single seed of hope that One day, a flicker of your attention Will find its way to me And ignite sincere feelings for me.
Why is love so elusive? Do the flames’ gentle flickers hold the answer? Their tender whispers enchant me, Soothing my heart as I wait for you. For I cannot erase you from my mind.
Dedicated to Law Students and Bar Exam Takers. You got this!! Good luck!
Law school felt like battling a monstrous beast, From day one: a torturous intellectual feast. Cases and books—an oppressive digest, The LSAT was just the appetizer for this relentless quest!
Many groaned, calling the LSAT a dread, Unaware it was a preview of sleepless nights ahead. Reading, briefing, monotonous lore, Parties a myth! All fun’s out the door!
Free time vanished, hobbies took flight, Gym and karate? All gone overnight! Constantly seated, my chair-bound plight, Gained weight! Out of shape! Now, isn’t that right?
No midterms to ease, just finals—so grand; One exam to decide if you sink or stand! Finishing 1L, stress rockets in flight, A 3-hour horse race final in the dead of night.
Graded on a curve, it’s anyone’s game, Score high, yet still, can endure the shame. Classmates as rivals, friends now in jest, Cutthroat and brutal; law school’s no rest.
Three years of torture, sleepless and grim, Reading and writing till your eyesight dims. Friends? What friends? They all disappeared!! Only on Christmas, some family cheered.
Then there’s the BAR, oh man, what a “treat,” Study till you fall off your seat! California’s the worst—tough as can be. Fail—and an attorney you may never be!
Money? You ask, was it worth all the pain? Well, lawyers ain’t rolling in endless champagne! Huge responsibility and liability too, Makes you ponder: Was this the right thing to do?
But if law is your passion; your heart’s true delight, Maybe—just maybe—it’s worth the long fight. Yet, if you dream of something else instead, Run far from law school, run fast, my friend!
The alarm clock screams: It’s 5:00 am! Why must I wake so early again? Eyes half-open, stumble out of bed, Wonderful dreams still buzzing in my head.
Coffee’s brewing, but it feels too slow, I’m up at dawn? That’s a cruel show! I yawn so wide that I could swallow the moon, Who decided to begin a day this soon?!
The world’s still asleep—quiet—missing morning thrill, Getting out of bed is surely against my will. But up I go, and greet the day with a beat, Grateful for this life and all the chaos in it.
I hit the gym, all geared up and ready to go, With my favorite sneakers and usual glow. But as I lift weights, trying to gain strength, A dumbbell slips, despite my full-arm length.
Sweat pours down like a tropical rain, As I struggle to bench press, feeling the strain. The heavy barbell slides from the rack! Landing on my face—wham!—and my eye turns black!
Treadmill running, I trip on my lace, Flying off in an epic—yet not unusual clumsy race. People around me can’t help but stare, I just smile back, fixing my messy hair.
Yoga poses? Okay, I’ll give it a shot! But, man, balancing’s harder than I thought! Toppling over in a twisted mess, I laugh it off, ’cause surely, I can’t impress.
Despite the chaos, the slips, and the falls, I keep on going, giving it my all. For every mistake, a story to share, ‘Cause gym adventures are beyond compare!
*Did I mention I’m clumsy? 😉 These past few months have been quite unfortunate, causing many injuries. But hey, I’m back at the gym, still accident-prone, and trying to get back into shape for the summer. Though, considering it’s the end of June, I don’t think I’ll get there! 😜 In reflection, I enjoy writing about it and laughing it off. I look kinda badass cool, don’t I?
Our lives are like the rain falling from the sky, Sometimes gentle, like a whisper—an unnoticed sigh. A light rain on a warm day, no big deal, Just a kiss from the heavens—a bliss to feel.
A single drop on a leaf, a sweet graceful dance, It slides to the tip, then takes its chance. As it dives to the ground, the leaf bounces back, A tranquil scene—a peaceful act.
Yet when the rain pours, in torrents and sheets, The leaf takes the blows, withstanding the beats. It’s under attack from raindrop-heavy punches, Just like we face challenges in unpredictable bunches.
But the rain pounds harder when the storms rage, Life’s troubles cascade, taking over the whole stage. People like leaves, caught in the fray, Fighting like raindrops on a stormy day.
And then comes the hurricane, wild and free, Ripping apart the tallest tree! Life’s greatest storms, we cannot predict, They tear through our lives, leaving us kicked.
We cannot control the weather and the rain, Just like life’s joys and moments of pain. But we can stand firm, like the leaf on the tree, Bouncing back after each drop, strong and free.
Yet, rainbows emerge, vibrant and bright, Everyone points with pure delight. A promise of beauty after the rain, A reminder of joy after moments of pain.
For every storm that shakes the ground, There’s a magical rainbow waiting to be found. In the dance of the rain, in the calm and the strife, We find the essence, the beauty of life.
Wolverine Lily 