From my fingers pours a space,
kissing fears, erasing their trace;
soundless affairs being dispersed
By light in a tone being immersed,
to pour this space wider and deeper
Creating that which will be my keeper.
A space of all colour, yet not one alive
A space where impossible started to thrive.
A space of a quiet so fond,
needing alertness in bond
of the ripples that are seen
and peace residing in my genes…
take the love of a man, wiser than all
A man whose ambition I needed not haul;
the voice of another, with depth in his tone
potency of spirit bravely colored and grown
into the sweet adoration of the third
taking apart the shyness of his word;
Sprinkles the body of a fair-haired man,
with touch vibrating my heart’s plan
keeping in mind benevolence
welcoming love and abundance.
So, I take one last look…
To place a kiss on the heart I shall hook;
for he does not know, just yet…
who this woman is, for he has not met
not even her eyes, not who she is
he does not know that she is his.
He does not know he’s touched her heart
He does not know, for they’re never apart.
he does not know, he’s taking shape,
For her to live in the world she wants to escape.
He does not know, so many things,
For the space she’s created is pulling his strings.
He does not know, but he will soon
As all falls into place, all’s opportune.