Just whisper in my ear, and I will sing poetry.
Just bless me with a glance, and I would’ve seen eternity.
Just touch me with your skin, and I will crumble surely.
Just kiss me with your soul, and I’ll believe in divinity.
Ask me about my faith, and I shall show you a mirror.
Ask me about my teacher, and I shall show you a mirror.
Ask me about my future, and I shall show you a mirror.
Ask me about my purpose, and see your face over and over.
Let me show you what you are.
Not the sun, the moon or the stars.
Not the roses in glorious bloom.
Not the striking light in the noon.
But the verve that rides the supreme galaxy.
The colour blamed for the flower’s beauty.
The clarity, the obscurity.
And all that defines my reality.
And if this is all but not enough,
Run away with me, into the dusk.
And in the darkness and silence thereof.
Let me strip you away from those human cuffs.
To reveal your wings and the flame within.
A man in love with an angel from heaven.