gift me ataraxy in presence of absence, where light resonates in pulsing cadency, pulsing of heart to ear, arms entwined in silent ecstasy, cheek to cheek intimacy is there an essence more serene? immersed in silence darkness dissipates calmness takes its place
standing on softened terrain, I contemplate the pain I create... amidst God's sighs, the hairs on my skin raise the blades of green soothe my eyes, my eyes that still sting
in reminisce of the memories that were almost discarded, and there it is again, God's breath breathing life unto me undeserving, blasphemous, under blurry blue and white hues the hairs on my neck sway like the trees, and I wonder, is it you that speaks?
blessed and cursed with the inability to wear masks; I cannot hide, this is me