September Poem

every time,
I have thought
of rains,
of joys and of life
you must
get drenched,
swell up, flourish and
run with pace doubled
to my arms,
I have always been
so sure, it will begin,
in this month.

Dear Dream

I am a dreamer.
I know so little of real life that
I just can't help re-living
such moments as these in my dreams,
for such moments are something
I have very rarely experienced.
I am going to dream
about you the whole night,
the whole week, the whole year.