If you can't find
Yourself
In those lines
It's a lie

Here, you survive
As reflection
Being
A story

I shall wander with the
beauty of my souL
The gentle breeze
that bonds with breath.
The moment that echoes in heartbeat.

Fingers dance with pen.
Ink becomes a rolling wave.
And my eyes see stars
to wish upon.

I wander as footsteps
celebrate life’s song
inside fearlessness and calm.
For my soul is woven within
so I cant loose.

Love overpowers senses.
Light integrates dark.
Peace becomes reality
to savor as gratitude anchors.

And as I drift inside grace,
I shall see the butterflies beauty
and catch a miracle
that God gifts me
in this my lifetime on earth.

When logic and reality intertwine
Should one need to close the senses?
Or, let one feature the time in rhyme?

What should one do?

And if the best poems are written by squeezing the heart,
And by dipping the pen in the ink of agony,

Maybe, I've not written mine yet.