While time became a silk knot pressing your breath.
Why dip your pen into invisible ink,
To mince your heart?
Instead of a miserably hybrid grub,
Or the curved, wrinkled arms of destiny.
Think of the rain dribbling on the ivy leaves,
Or the euphonious breeze of wind etching life.
Claim your happiness for you’re worth it!
And my obeisance,
For your support is sui generis.