Your words filled empty skies with thousand stars,
painted waves on seas that would lie still
shed water on barren land, dry as thirst itself.
I have waded in the lush reverberations of your
thought's voice, followed your wild streams
of consciousness, got lost in the mazes of your
feeling until one single word of yours
like Ariadne's golden thread
lead the way into new horizons, endless.
You were always right and true. There when I needed you,
finding in you the right word to hear,
to calm, to be soothed and comforted and
blown off my feet and travelling light years
You were the reason I loved words.
You are the reason I' m standing
in a corner of nowhere looking at the universe.