From my fingers pours a space,
Subduing fears and erasing their trace;
The soundless affairs being dispersed
By nothingness in a tone having immersed,
…while pouring this space wider and deeper
To birth the one that shall be her keeper!
A space of all colour, yet not one alive
A space… where impossible started to thrive.
A space of a quiet so fond,
of a need parenting an alertness in bond
Between the ripples that are seen
and the peace residing in Akansha’s gene…
She takes the love of a man, wiser than all
A man whose ambition she needed not haul;
and the voice of another, with depth in his tone
potency of a spirit bravely colored and grown
…into the adoration of the third
taking apart the shyness of his word;
Sprinkles the body of a fair haired man,
with the touch vibrating her heart’s plan
…loosing her mind in the benevolence
begeting dulcet alleviance 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.