What good is time
that never stops its flow
if I'm consuming mine
laboring to pay the toll
to shadows I've never seen,
instead of building the Sun
to brighten your darkest of days.

What good are the vibrations of the Universe
pouring rhythmically through this verse
when the sound of your being
is a Universe on its own.

What good are words
that create a myriad of worlds
if they fail to explain
what you mean to me, up here
in the labyrinth of my brain.

Darling,
Should I ever forget the colours of my soul
and you happen to remember them;
Let me flow, bask for a little while
in your glow.