Looking into the eyes of my beholder
I see my purpose.
I'm here to complete him
I hold his missing pieces.
Whenever the light hits the skyline
a prism collides and I reflect.
Its too bright to see you now
but when the timing is right,
let the setting of the sun
be the beginning of our sunrise.
(July 2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem