Monday, December 16, 2019*
You all are so beautiful.
The words to describe are chanting.
What water brings is solely your voice.
How we interpret things; so be it our choice.
I chose nothing today.
But here I find myself to say.
If you hold two pupils above your nose,
…below the instrument to say what flows.
Why life separates us by things we don’t see?
I don’t answer, but enjoy the scenery.
A poet who turns 33.
A gift which doubted at 23.
Ten years in the making, happiness craved me.
One question I can answer.
The people are my gift I only write to see.