The weight of her smile is heavier than the weight of my tear.
With a flourish she paints
On the blank canvas of my solitude
All the colors of her abundant laughter.
Look at that beautiful mole on her God like face!
That’s my present address.
I have painted my inner walls red
Wherein silent echoes whisper
A blue song
Against the backdrop of a pink horizon
An orange drops into a crystal bowl
And illuminates the stars
So that the moon doesn’t
Lose her way
in the dark black tresses of the night.
Her absence is the lullaby that cradles my dream.
The sweetness of her silence makes
My heart soar heavenward
And place at God’s feet
The purest, colorless pearl
Of my love.
God smiles.
“Oh! How much does He resemble my little princess!”
He smiles again.
And I become the everything
In the nothing
And the nothing
In the everything.
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