Morning Poems of Love

Dark, with a cosmic dimension,

Those poems, poems of love,

Poems I used to devour with my breakfast…

Had all but disappeared.

School, work, life, and even love itself had quieted her cyber-song.

But not today.

How can she illuminate my life with her little word-lanterns

From so far away?

Expressing hidden secrets of a heart laid bare, sometimes bleeding…

Looking; an unwavering gaze, into the blinding light and the profound darkness.

Welcome back, your words are not wasted. The heart's mysteries are universal.



First posted on FITK on November 28th, 2007, 
in response to Reshma Sanyal's resumption of blogging.