I think I love


Yes: I am a dreamer

broken, beautiful


Now that Monsoons
Drenched her soul
And twitched her skin
With their heavy pitter patter,
Her eyelids drooped
And vision darkened
To make the poetry inside her

Ebbing and Flowing

Suspended in a moment

Of Timelessness and Nothingness,

Of Eternity and Joy,

I find Love.

Crests of waves

Ebbing and flowing

Inside me.