For You
Somewhere I have never seen or traveled to a place
Beyond the experience, of your voice, your eye has their own silence:
In your voice I see and world of peace
If not in the hours then in me
To see something that is so far but yet
Can not touch because they are too near
Your silients in your eyes look easily through me in closer then I
can look into myself
Though I have closed myself to all I can
Your voice opens my heart and sole like a rose petal
So soft, beautiful like seeing a rose for the first time
Or if you wish to close me,
My life will shut very beautifully, but yet suddenly,
As when the heart of this flower imagines
The snow carefully
but yet so magnifcently everywhere descending;
In your one sweet breathe of a world I lising for the next word just
to hope you are there
Nothing, which we are to perceive in this world as, equals
The power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
Rendering death and forever with each breathing
(I do not know what it is about you that close
And opens me to you; only something in me understands
The voice of your eyes is deeper than,
the all the rose petal in the world)
Nobody, not even I understand why or how this is true but your
sweet words get through to me.
This is how I say
Thank you for being there
for me too.