Friday, December 29, 2006

We Share The Same Space

We have finally stopped travelling around each other.
Your wings are a starry flight
of my mind.
My hands are Your thoughts
proof of Your exsistence.
Who shall I pray to?
I can only speak in
in the graceful howls
of all uttering circles.
I am an apartment
for Your soul.
We share the same space.
These eyes I use
are ink wells for Your poems.
Each morning
I wake up
and turn towards You.
I breathe-in
and You come out
of my heart
as Our dearest reality.