When I could not protect the essence of that word ,
How could I place the book of my love on your hands.
That which cannot be answered are questions to me,
Seemingly nothing but are mystically sublime.
My words are always tracing your watchful silhouette,
Radiant and lustrous are those thoughts of mine.
We don’t fathom what touches our heart and souls,
But do feel the droplets of the showering rain upon us.
And when the waterfalls reach the force of the rapids -
Then our diminutive life which is in a sleepy mellow,
Will rise with the tides of nature and enrich our lives.