Poetry — Words so elusive
until thoughts of you infiltrated my brain
and I found traces of you everywhere,
under the milkwood,
in the sunshine,
in rickety shadows
beyond the horizon,
even hidden in syllables
or the blank empty spaces
where only I could see you
if I would read between the lines— not the superficial you,
but the depth of you,
the real you,
the parts that make me smile
like jasmine and twilight,
you are the velvet grass
beside the raging river,
you are the cleansing rain
that brings relief during the drought,
like ink-soaked pages,
you are my muse
and I feel your magic,
even when the world spins out of control
and swallows me like hungry clouds.
