Indescribable Beauty
I imagine your lips
pressed against mine
as the music draws me away
from the present moment I had been stuck in
Even though you are just a feeling
because kisses are done with eyes closed
and the pure feeling of pleasure
deserves to be felt and not seen
So, to you who I love so intimately
only with my eyes closed
who stole my heart ages ago
who I may not have met yet
I write all these poems to you
I fold all my feelings like a secret note
passed secretly in class
or a message sent by carrier pigeon
hopefully they will find you
where ever you may be
because I love you and only you
with all of me that ever was and all I ever will be
Your beauty that I have yet to be blessed enough to see
stole my eyes, heart, and soul
long before we could ever
have the pleasure of physical touch
I like to imagine that your soul knows mine
The Myth of Happiness
If happiness was more than a myth
I would give all of mine to you
I would send it through a piano
or sing it through the air
But every bit of it would be for you
Because if it was mine
I would keep it in a box until it was overflowing
and I would see sound and hear color
But I would be alone
releasing small tinks on piano keys
and me and you would never meet
because what is love for besides a step towards happiness
So take my hand, so I can give
all my happiness to you
like I was stealing stars from the sky
so, I can write music instead of poems
so, I didn’t have to die alone
because I’m sure I’ve lived more than once
and maybe knew French or science
but now all I am is me and all I am is here
And all I feel is alone
and present
Love Like Trumpets
I fear I will leave you waiting
for a letter that will never come
as I sit entangled in my musings
where songs taunt me and my pen stills
I write
and I write
and I write
but the right words never come
I feel like radio static
when I need dew drops on veridian leaves
when I need a long hug from my closest ally
when I need
And I yearn for a you
that I feel I’ll never meet
And I spend money
like I know where it comes from
And I cry where no one can see
Not even me
And I dream
dreams that make more sense than I like
And I wish that love sounded like trumpets
and not piano against rain
A Voice to Reach the Heavens
This is just an old song
I sing in the dark
hoping for my voice to
be able to reach far
to the moon and the stars
So, I can speak to the gods
that you so often seek
to save you from yourself
and yourself from me
But one day you’ll see
I need no saving
not from you
or by any god or goddess above
I am stronger than anyone
and my voice is loud and strong
It’s enough to fill a room
or just enough to reach one’s ears
and it is filled
with so much love for you
enough to make you one of the deities above
Biographical Note: Candice Phelan was born and raised in San Jose, CA. Growing up, she discovered a love for creating things and strives to keep creating to this day through her hobbies. Candice is a senior at San Jose State University studying Creative Writing. You can find more of her poetry in the Poets & Writers Coalitions zines Quarent-zine and Hallow-zine.