I write, because I am in love

The reason that I write
Is that I am love

I am in love
Continuously venturing
Through sleepless dreams
Cradled on the thoughts
Of the Buddhas
Children
Laughter
Slipstreams of existence

I write
When there is nothing left to come out

Than the fire
Of which my soul speaks of
Quenches of quintessence

Makes me whole

I write
Because your beauty
Sets me aflame

Shuns me
Brings me to my knees
In a godly manner
Until I am ready
To deal
To cope

I write because
My heart
Still
Beats

And I am hopeful
The voices
That no longer
Issue gods audible sound
May find ears to rest on
If I may only
Write.