I've always been on this journey Of floating with words. Looking for you I travelled across the Sacred skies of many hearts, Forming and breaking constellations With the language of my ribcage. For a thousand years I walked through the veins of love Wondering about the face Of your ****** mind. Your were the white heads Of those tulips I held each morning before smelling Your absence inside them. A constant search, still going on As all the words of my poem Keep running towards your smile. Just answer me with your hands Will you be my muse?