If I could tempt a thousand words
To fall like crystals from Heaven
Drop one by one
On this white woven paper
Glimmering in the lamplight-
A tiny shrine for you
When time's inclined
To fill each space with
Finely crafted scrawls
To you I will dedicate
This ink-the blood of language
To record
The fairest truth
On this tiny square-
A slim piece of nothingness
With the weight of words
Becoming life space and shadow
When then my love
I find what I am seeking
With this pen
This ink
I will be satisfied
For I will have found you
Taking you from the Heavens
Placing you here
Now a tiny piece of memory