I look out the window sill
I feel it in my veins
I keep going but still
I never reach the end of the lanes
the soft caress of my mothers warm palm
I shall never forget in my soul
these truths that I hold ,like the calm
before the storm rolls
my pen so smooth and swift ,gliding over the crumpled paper
my heart in a mighty lift, gets lifted into a vapour
until I reach far beyond the surface and into the depths
of my soul
I surrender ,I surrender to this form of self discovery
I still try to grasp the idea that like tender dew
slips between my fingers
that like the loose end of a brocade worn by a woman
at the sea, the pale blue mantle
now will you say I am a genius ?
if you shall,I shall not,I shall not
i shall deny
you know why?
for the sake of humility , my dear...