as i have been wandering
the towns and cities,
how could i have known
tragic endings
were all around me?
reflections of great writers –
like a poe or plath.
sometimes darkness needs
to be lifted –
almost like that of veils
to find all that is golden.
love is like that
in all of its passions.
the body that glimmers,
is the one
that may never be the same
when you crash
the temples of the mind
to give life
and unite the soul
in all its love.