Exactly when I became a poet?
Was it when you've arrived,
or- is it when I shattered your heart-
after a while?

Was it when I wandered,
lost in the echoes of your memory,
or-is it when I broke it all,
like glass collapsed to silence.

Heavenly it felt all with you
But how did we reach the edge-
where love turned frantic pace,
spinning out of control?

Your radiance - a soul energy,
Light I wished would never dim.
But when The dark creep in,
I lost my grip-
and I feared it.