LANGUAGE OF GRACE

What's left of this heart

that l call mine, is melting

in the warm breeze of your embrace

that speaks the language

of unending love

which travelled through centuries

to be met here and now

and forever again...

Perpetual celebration of exuberance

where other-worldly meets here-worldly

infinity of you-me-me-you

and whispers words of silence

understood by those

who disappear in grace.