Why I write..

I write because I have loved;
like a rose blooms and dies for her sun,
I loved alone.

Joy and pain precariously balance upon a trapeze;
pain’s inclination always triumphs
and attains champagne tears to swallow whole.

The night slinks across the walls as charcoal mist;
it brings me numbness,
it brings me dreams.

A glitter of azure sky softens into emerald sea;
the silence of a frozen soul flows and ebbs,
until, I love again..