what the head thinks, the hand puts down

I thought I heard

I thought I heard a whisper

your voice calling out my name

right from your picture in the frame

the picture I threw  away long back,

the frame was still empty.

I lay back and asked why,

why you still float and swim freely in the streams of my thoughts;

why you still flow through the spirit of my wild passion;

why you still leave footprints in the sand of my soul;

why your roots stretch deep to the core of  my whole?

the only answer I believe is

when God first created you, He put you as a seal upon my heart that you may never fade away;

never be rubbed off,

and always and forever you will be irreplaceable.


June 10, 2010 - Posted by | Uncategorized

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