LOVE, ACTUALLY.

She dreams with the wind
in search of inspiration and beauty
never before captured in this time and place

She breathes life into words
that have lost their meaning
from the indestructible rumble --
the rumble whose cacophony
forced precious souls to find
refuge in the darkness.

It is she, whose purity
inspired even the meekest of creatures
The being who spoke of compassion
in a broken world


She is the melody to my words
the stunning instrument
that becomes more resilient
each time it sings

Her voice --
Must I imagine a path
inaudible to her grace?
i dare not.

For if that were the case
tears would never cease
sighs would go unnoticed
& smiles would lose their reason