all lost and gone,
13 years of dreams and vivid imagery,
can't find, can't believe, still no comprende.
13 years after, no heard, no cry.
just dust and empty shelves,
sad songs and poems, still no encontrar.
glad and thankful still,
not finding you still means no ill.
just old notes of writings and memoirs,
ready to walk and write the stars.
pencil strokes of lines and curves,
of creative dots and vibrant randomness.
staring blankly,
but thinking noise and loudly
can't contain, can't say,
only sheets of voices and whisper shades.
defining my ongoing progress and details
to my Master Poet i say,
thanks, all gloria and praise,
scribbling my cielo above, never stop
inspiring and igniting.
