Memories from Springtime

When I feel like writing, You become my muse.
When I hold the pen, you flow effortlessly as ink.
From memories of you have spawned
Every word I ever wrote.

Every keyboard I ever tapped made weird sounds,
sounded like your name.
With every long breath that I take
Wafts in the fragrance of your shampooed hair.

You are the words the punctuations and the pause.
You are the intention, You are also the original cause.

8-July-2010


From Life in a Multiverse

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