muse posted by imani , Tuesday, November 24, 2009 at 4:19 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

haunted by the opaque
shadow of your absence
the pain echoes, voicelessness
reverberates in nothingness
i ache for the windows
to open, for the scent
of your light
to drown the room
famished, halted, parched
restless like air
the roots of my desire
seeks a beginning
for these words to
praise your fire.