Light or dark, The shadow of fear remained A queer chillness ran through my veins Invoking my heart to stop pounding. As if it was missing a rhythm An absence could be felt. And I waited Until my rhythm unites With the cascading music from yours
I sat Facing a blank canvas To paint my life in it. As my fingers walked with the brush The designs spoke only the depths of my soul. Where in I was colourful Like a rainbow. So innate That made me stagger. I admired the design laid out... Which spoke of a connate me.