Thursday, January 6, 2011

Sometimes I Do

In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,

but sometimes I do,
and that light becomes this art.


Ruth said...

And when the hidden light becomes art, it links with another person's light.

Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillow said...


(glib aren't I?)