Lend me your eyes.
So I could fill them
with the bursting stars.
Telling tales of the spellbinding universe,
singing songs of exploding suns...
and of splintering quasars.

Lend me your thoughts.
So that if I may,
write of them.
Fantastical scribbles of love
and praise.
Meticulously lined
and carefully stitched...
with immaculate lace at the hems.

Lend me your breaths.
I'd catch them as they fall...
between the words you would say.
Merging mine with yours...
introducing colour...
and vigour
to my monochromatic world of
black, white and grey.

Lend me your heartbeats...
for mine thumps erratic.
As if beating in silent mock.
I depend on the steadiness in yours.
So they could usurp
the ticks of worldly clocks.

Lend me your hands.
Palms up as a sign,
perhaps as an invitation...
for me to take them.
And maybe...
hopefully fill them...
with mine...

someday, it will rain
clouds will clear again
one day the sky will have our name
the season will change
and the forest will be green again
river will smile the same
and once again
you and I will be free
the world will forget its pain
with all it ceased to be
in stones lost and gained
words left for us to see
in this sea, a crooked tree
will flower a seed again
and mother a fathers stain
of a sisters guilt to bleed
a pharaoh cloaked in blame
for all those who were gone
and those who came
oh, how we became
each others strain
broken, in all our depth
to fall in love once again
tell me now again,
is all love the same ?