Clothe my soul with love
Unhurried and deliberate
Like patience inebriate.
With your eyes
Watch what I do not say
At times stuck in an erratic
Symphony of mistakes,
I love my silence that moves
Me like the falling rain
On the petal of your endearments,
Consume me like a rare cuisine
Course by course and never question
The ingredients out of which I was prepared
How could I define a multiple-faced sanity?
Or my madness that in mischief sways
Like a flower-testing honey bee?
If life comes for free
Why does my heart sometimes weep?
When I am blissfully happy
Redeem the price with tears
I juggle the paradox of such fears
That depletes the value of simplicity.
Cloud my eyes with apparitions
House me in your cherished moments
Lest I be over when you awaken
Discovered in between the lines
Of a poem,
I was but a tune
Your lute had stolen.