She slips inside in sleepless nights
Smiles on me her celestial lights
The blaze of sun and the glaze of moon
She shows them all and leaves just as soon
.
She moves amidst those dancing shadows
As if she owns me, around she wallows
Whispering thoughts that’s just my kind
I wonder ofttimes if she reads my mind
.
Now the dawn hits, she’s no more there
Conjured of thoughts, she’s not so real
A spirit, a musing, a fantasy, if you will
Only her touch left behind for me to feel
.
That’s when I pen down
All her whisperings
Those genuine words!
Those genius thoughts!
I bleed them all out
For the world to see
And to think I’m a genius!
What can be a greater sin?
.
I am but a vessel
A simple messenger
Hers
For it is I
who can see her, hear her, feel her
So it is I
who must show her beauty to all
Her beauty
Her words
Her thoughts
It’s not me
Oh, not me!
I am but a messenger
I am but a vessel.
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