From first sip of your cup; to quench the far away ending of a quest to look yonder for another love; its befitting to gesture that it was dreamy cool.
Oh Seluj; you whose eyes sang of hope and resilience for the dreams that swelled in your delicate bosom, yet in your fragility you gesticulated that even the fragile can dream.
For a while there I came three sixty five complete. In your breath. In your acknowledgement of my soul Seluj ‘oH.