You are an enigma

A mystery

The aurora borealis of my darkened skies

The child like imagination of my adult mind

You are the moon’s harmony

Composed in the key of tranquillity

A concerto of nine violins played by

The ten suns of Di Jun

You are the tears of the last sun that shines

You are the in between of time

The days and nights of Brahma

Timeless like Kalpas

You give me vibrations

Like the beating of Djembe drums

You are every story in creation ever penned

And for you I would write them all again

And read them out

In the voice of a passing cloud.