All manifest love,in ways unique.
Your love was,
only I could speak.
Oh my heart,
Made a perennial work of art
Of words engraved dark and deep
Painted red, by the blood
of your love
I still keep
like a treasure forbidden
Buried in the trenches of my old soul
The plague of separation like,
Tales of unspoken horrors
Of stories untold.
‘All of creation is but a question upon another. For with every question, a world created anew, alight with wonder.
For oblivion, is the heart of all creation.’
‘ There is humour hidden in every moment of existence.’