In my works,
thoughts,
spaces between thoughts
and in lucid,
heart-pounding daydreams,
she radiates and infiltrates
heart’s windows,
as warm,
sunbeams;
surrounding
and
evaporating
the world’s chills,
having become love’s prescription
to my loneliness,
while sparking
imagination
to dry-up
the cool puddles of rain,
which reality
often
times wrings and spills.
i ruminate,
walking through
her calming fields
to escape
for seemingly
endless hours,
inhaling the purest scents of love,
imagining her piercing eyes,
wind-tousled hair and soft,
gently tanned skin,
as even the sunflowers
turn from their solar namesake,
to bask in my muse’s gaze;
even twisting upon their stems
to stay within.
– Daya Bhuteshu (via Tumblr.)
