Wednesday, March 07, 2012

I return to you


(Image: 'And Love is Forever, So I Say in my Self-Portrait' by Yayoi Kusama)


All my roads spell your name, as do my dead ends,
You are branded with fire, upon my existence.

Master of my words, you are my virtue and my vice,
You've made home, my hearth, you spread across my skies.

You fill up my nights, you consume me each day,
Every path transpires, to send you my way.

The stars tell your story, the wind bears your scent
And that rogue heart O mine? Your way, I think, it went.

How far I have run, all nays have fallen through,
Truth comes home tonight; I return to you.


3 comments:

Reema Prasanna said...

I would have missed this had Phyrodite not pointed me this way. You are stunning. Even more than each word you pen.

Urmi Chanda Vaz said...

Your approval means a lot, Reem. X

The Solitary Writer said...

Strong words!

"The stars tell your story, the wind bears your scent
And that rogue heart O mine? Your way, I think, it went."

I love these lines. TC