Bereaved of Breath

Just the thought of your presence leaves a young man bereaved of his breath

A single glance at those brown eyes, enough to govern life from birth till death

So as not to soil my mouth, toil then - I have to, I must

I can’t let my tongue out - so I plug my jaws with dust

Poetry is the palatial province of my imagination

And this here - is a transmutation of pain, into art

I begged the Governor and Architect of creation

Yes he knows you - are the capital, of my heart

In love with the version of you who woke today

Your soul’s outline unveiled so peacefully at bay

Steeds mounted with the sharpest lances have nothing on her piercing glare

Sun kissed waves have nothing on those beams reflecting off her shining hair

Life’s mission and spiritual clairvoyant named Love, just keeps filling it up

The chiming of God’s bells shimmer and roll, just over the ocean’s endless cup

In this visible theatre of divine manifestations

Separate from you - the entirety of the universe, is nothing

In Unity