I don’t know when it starts
since nothing till muffled
that flute sound grew louder
lull the heart
and entertain sorrow
in the dry season, heavy rain roared
’till I realized in the eleventh step
that a voice that cannot be erased is an invitation
which when I fulfill,
accompanied by butterfly
between standing people
along with a whisper of mist
my arrival was greeted by a hug of Love.
Suppose you know the meaning of Love.
Poetry & illustration by Albert Herdie – Digital painting from part of Life of the Cosmos series – Invitation.