In my sanctum,
you walk in- like
my first child, to join
my innerness.

Trying to decipher-
the moral code of angels.
I just wanted an embrace
of a flame to kiss the sparks.

I hear your footsteps,
sometimes near, sometimes far away-
in the valley of burning tears.
This space and, a gouge hold the
secret of melting lips.

Still unborn, a voice in
cul-de-sac, waits for the grievers
to open the darkness-
for a ray of light. It was very
lonely where you had scripted the clouds.