Filled with divine delight
I can hardly bear my intoxication
It feels like the heart will burst
but vapors of love remain contained,
within this shell, but seep out
Where shall I hide the light
burning in this Self-fascination
the scars as if the wounds existed only
in the emptiness of some starless night.
Without any choice was granted this sight
that finds its voice
in these rhymes.
Now that clouds have burst
waves of the sea remain unstained
and splash over me sometimes.