When?

 

Waving

colors

in the sea

of my blood

 

drizzle

voice

in the windmill

of my mind

 

desirable being

to my body

 

un-submissive

to my willing

 

When

When

When will you come back?

 

To that unbind liberty

of a poet

painting

love

 

in secret

words

whispered

through out the Universe

 

just for me…

 

 

Reviews

[Tovli]

like a waterfall, the words tumble into meaning--well done.

[Charles Sapp II]

I appreciate the atmospheric undertones that are latent within the message, especially when in search for an unknow source of validation. I also enjoy the simplistic flow of words that ruminate faint whispers as if undulating through the liquid void of the universe.