Writing You

 I have with me the blue ink of the oceans,

And secrets fluttering in the wind

Like careless abandoned chits of paper,

Let me write you.

I could steal the words

Waiting in the womb of time,

And adorn you, so when they are born

They are you and only you,

Let me write you

I have caught the majestic, the magnificent,

From the wonders that are only yours to be,

The cadences and the curves, the sunsets and sunrises

That are all you,

And I am writing you,

Slowly,

Gliding from the end of my fingers,

A curl of smoke in an endless expanse of meanings,

Sailing from word to word, letter to letter..

Patiently….

Now,

You are a beautiful poem of silences and sighs

And this,

A mere expanse of whiteness bereft of you…