What do i remember after all that I've forgotten?

In the thickness of silence,

I find myself drowning in indescribable peace.

Slowly I recall...

how I often forget

to write of happiness.

Happiness melts in the mouth of truth.

Never there has been a clearer sign

of divine light in pleasure.

I only want to embrace

what I believe

I've been given.

Divinity is like a spectrum

of complex beauty in truth

blended in fine, fine sand.

There is an aroma about you.

As the air of your aroma settles on the ground

of my existence,

I only know it is simply a part

of my truth,

a truth in my journey.

Something about you inspire me.