I have come a long way
From when you used to greet me
In a photograph.
The words have healed the time itself.
Worship is still valued
The stone-god speaks
In the language of emotions.
Eyes reach the height of ecstasy
And joyful tears roll.
Each day a new beginning wakes up
When I rise after the eternal silence
Of the deep night.
Your shared affections
Remains in memories of touch.
An attire of heaven
In a spring of hell.
The cloak of white
Hiding the darker spots and shades.
The color that combines
Shakes happiness and sorrowful tunes
In a same jar.
Nothing joins
When you don't learn
The pain to break.