In my sanctum,
you walk in? like
my first child, to join
my innerness.
Trying to decipher?
the moral code of angels.
I just wanted an embrace
of a flame to kiss the sparks.
I hear your footsteps,
sometimes near, sometimes far away?
in the valley of burning tears.
This space and, a gouge hold the
secret of melting lips.
Still unborn, a voice in
cul-de-sac, waits for the grievers
to open the darkness?
for a ray of light. It was very
lonely where you had scripted the clouds.
