Words

After n year of writer's block ...

I wrote this.

You rain on me as a sweet remembrance 

I become wholesome with my complexity that is truthful

You are the colors I started forgetting and you the beauty of my paintings

My eve is filled with your grace in the wilderness of the Shadows of maple trees dancing against each other we become strangers that always seek one another.

You are the music that evoke in me words and I become the ironies stranded together as a symphony notes after notes ancient and new 

You become the peace that comforts me in my turbulence and I learn...my verses are still brewing in my depths sweet and sour ...

I flow as an ocean of unspoken ecstasy that is awakened by light dawning as a ray of lightening.

I become one with that single wave of hope that arise in me and sleeps in me and purity and my essence.