I wrote this one last July 23, 2009
Forever as it is, as I walked on a narrow path,
Seeking signs to which is susceptible
For my dreams, that reflects on my sketchpad –
Sketches that perhaps build bridges
And hope is its anchor that buoyed
On a placid ocean and my destination
Is bounded by winds whirling hands.
In the vast expanse of the sky I’ve seen a bird,
Tired of its flight but eager to find a home –
A home where its corners plastered the lights of hope;
That glitters on the faces of my dearly beloved.
In the mound of papers drew either
In beauty or not – whatever its face maybe;
My dreams speak through its sheets
That someday it’ll breath…..