My compass--The nib of my penPointing northOn my paperThe hues of silence;I hear my ownHeartbeat.....Moonlight--Cereus scents the night air:I sleepOne breath At a time.... The synapse of heartstringsIn the echo ofThe Milky Way-Dreams becomePoetry...
My compass--The nib of my penPointing northOn my paperThe hues of silence;I hear my ownHeartbeat.....Moonlight--Cereus scents the night air:I sleepOne breath At a time.... The synapse of heartstringsIn the echo ofThe Milky Way-Dreams becomePoetry...