I used to smile in my sleep,
Before you stole my soul from here

My eyes in the mirror speak of you in ways no one else seems to hear
My dear, you took me to where the world breathes color
And you stabbed the heart of it, laughing at my despair

Who is this wraith you've made of me?
Dark hollows under her eyes, and three ribs protruding on each side

Yet you-
I've come to chase your peculiar warmth on sunny days
Because the sun is no longer enough for me

I crave you

You are chaos,
The colors fleeing desperately from your steps
Your touch steals my smile
And I don't care to find it

Instead, I will pretend
I will pretend that this is where I belong
This endless sleep, wrapped up in your arms

‘He who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered’
                                                   - George Meredith
      
In the solemn silence of the cathedral
Close to the 'sanctum sanctorum'
Away from the din of the world
I sat in prayer for hours

In deep adoration as I sat with eyes closed
Envisioning Him at the inmost shrine of my heart
I sensed His living touch all over my body
The one without form lifted me in His arms

Like a child clinging to a caring father
I opened my heart before Him
Placed my life’s burdens at His feet
Asked for gifts my frail hands could hold!

Coming out, relieved and enriched
At the gate I was greeted by a beggar
Dressed in rags, his hair lying wildly matted
With sores in his body, he looked a piteous sight

In his outstretched hands was a begging bowl
His lips were pleading in silence
From my bounty, I gave him something
And saw the glitter in his hazy eyes

Can I ever discriminate him
When we both do the same thing
While he begs before me outside the shrine
I beg before the Lord inside the shrine!

eyes of ocean blue
grayed by darken skies cry rain
drown in flooding waves