I kneel to pray
for this mind of mine...

a drop was falling on my skin
my skin was dry too dry you see...

I have so much to say
but my throat is a gas chamber...

I thought I thought
But thoughts seem to linger in my head...

You were fire? No, you were water.
And in you, I dove...

Bouncing like a ball
on hallway while mother shops...

O rain, O rain, who ever often greets my days,
And in my garden, showers joy upon my flowers...

Is it feeling that you love me
Or knowing with certainty that you love me...

I lost my voice...
when my fingers stopped typing on a keyboard...

some days,
the skies are dark and cold...

And a man once said to a woman:
make me your love...

With pen on hand, I wrote my heart on lines
as Nights came walking, running with my Days...