From a sroke of pen, we magically summon these silent spirits..words.
We insert cells of our hearts in each of these entities we invoke..
As words freeze under our pens..
They catch breath under the puppetmaker's spell,
They borrow colours from our aura,
They set on their ways through the universe,
Vouching our inner secrets in a thelepathic whisper.
As words freeze under our pens..
They become portent of living energies that mingle,
Gravitate, embrace each other, kiss and hold their hands,
Painting in their trajectory pictures of our inner selves..
apr. 28, 2009