..i can take a single hair from the braids of an indian woman..

[mselektrikocean]

..and make it sound like a promise come true..

..like a thousand promises come true..

there is noise.

there is music.

and then..

there is..

your voice.

it's a rough draft.

it's a polished capsule.

it's a promise in full bloom.

pulsing.. and emerging..

breaking.. and becoming..

thriving.. and nurturing..

it is..

the cure to my gaping voids..

it is..

the bandage around my heartbeat.

it sings the chords of an angel's sigh..

it hums the sacred tune of an infant's whimper..

it's the warmth inside the breath of a child..

and it resides beside me..

and it sleeps beneath my grip..

and it will remain my lullaby, evermore.

the pathway to my abandoned tears..

winds like wires around tiny molecules of static..

your voice omits every crooked line..

and beckons those lovely bullets of rain to shed their grace upon me.

through this relentless storm of glory and regret..

you've endured the wounds of one-thousand empty words..

and not once did your petals retire.

the girl you wear inside your smile..

the lost vessel seeking the comfort of understanding..

your arms extend like columns..

and fold like curtains around her heart.

my pain does perish in the presence of your words..

and when seeking a revelation..

your eyes serve as paragraphs.

i am reborn..

yet again..

when your pen bleeds my name.

thank you.