You completed the sentence
that I longed to finally hear...

When a soul is caged,
trapped in bars, etched...

Igor is dashing
eager to find a mate...

If a day comes when I can't speak,
and the fingers simply refuse to write...

The stillness of his calming
waterfall eyes, dew dropped...

I come from dark earth
and emerald towers...

The spirit of angels
grace the heavens...

I have moments,
as we all do...

Just when I think I've written enough
About you, my fingers dazzle another...

Walking barefoot, my mother moon stands by,
guiding a cotton whisper slowly...

If the nights were as dark
as the thoughts that linger...

Draped in shadows
he wept for the days...