I have come a long way?
From when you used to greet me?
In a photograph.
The words have healed the time itself.?
Worship is still valued?
The stone-god speaks?
In the language of emotions.?
Eyes reach the height of ecstasy?
And joyful tears roll.?
Each day a new beginning wakes up?
When I rise after the eternal silence
Of the deep night.?
Your shared affections?
Remains in memories of touch.?
An attire of heaven?
In a spring of hell.?
The cloak of white?
Hiding the darker spots and shades.?
The color that combines?
Shakes happiness and sorrowful tunes?
In a same jar.?
Nothing joins?
When you don't learn
The pain to break.?