And then there was a splash,
A soundless splash over
the timeless surface
frozen with the fluid
...
You made my life-
Purple
With your love and care.
...
Words are like lonely wayfarers-
rivers that rove miles of painful path
...
Words are born at midnight
Of lonely dreams seen with eyes open,
...
Within wombs of dumb wordlessness
an embryo of unpropitious silence destroyed secretly
...
And words are born,
off the poet's painful heart
...
And words are born,
Off the poet's painful heart
...