The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Sunday, February 20, 2011


Soulful tone feeds my heart

Yearning for zest and desire

Miles has gone the lust apart

To spark again a burning fire

New and tangy like lemon pie

Is my tongue's recent flavour

Unbound wings stretch to fly

Awaken am I by new favour

Gracious glory shines above

These extremities do not exist

I fly again like newborn dove

Fulfilling chores on my list

Renewed essence anticipated

Day of brand new revelation

Revealed to me who awaited

The one celestial translation