He is my universe.
There is no other breath sans him I reminiscence,but yesterday when I saw my photographs,Photographs of the time of my whilom life when I wasn’t his, my thoughts dwadled. Me and my thoughts flew to another world another universe altogether. The plutonian sky. It smelled, of wildflowers, I think I left my shadow there , may be.
You see, I never grew in a farm or a sophisticated garden or a nursery. I grew in the wild, amongst the dark dungeons.
Sun never rose , there. I remember the rains, with the thunderstorms.
It was gloomy, but my soul was a wildflower.
My soul craved no sunlight. It’s warm even in frigid , stygian night sky.It’s a beauty , misunderstood by prosaic lives.
And now am his.
A part of me bloomed without him, But a whole lot with him.
It’s sunny and warm here. And am still a wildflower.
It blooms for him, in his light.
For, I don’t miss those dungeons now.
“They are where they belong, in an ancient history.”