After so much isolation,
Boarding myself away
  From the world,
I finally realized that I
  Miss you terribly so.

You are the North Star,
Set as my guiding beacon
  In the gloomy nights.
One day this wanderer will
  Find his way to your love.

sometime it is
in the act of writing
that we create the sense
of what we want to say

as if the process of articulation
    when we are fishing for the proper words
is generating meaning
inventing itself in its own genesis

leaving the poet amazed

sometimes even the readers