#SpilledInk

These are the last everlasting days.
And nights we wish to pluck hopes from rays of sun and sing songs of Us.
I, Your diamond in the dust,
You, lights I yearn for in the night of my dreams
And heart says, "I wish to marry my own son"
A soul like me that walks on my ground... And on these cheeks , chubby, I pinch
As eyes blink and dark clouds lighten
We die in smiles hoping to resurrect in laughter.
You are the calvary hidden in the fields of my cathedrals
I'll still kiss your beautiful palms and hide you in rainbow shells
And for the fruits of your tree,
I pray for more northerly days
That their ripeness be the wine you drink from your cup
And even when the winds try to blow the count of your lashes,
Your shadows will lie on the sundials of my heart
Long letters from me will wander all the way to you like lost winter birds
Son,
Hours crawl, minutes drag, their linen wear out
I will still be here.. In the dance of patience and rhythms of humility
Waiting for you, in the tiniest hut of time.

Happy Birthday Son.
I Love You.