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
Together, under a clear blue sky