Even in the Spring as the birds sing
and more sunlight floods through the air that we breathe in,
there is a light within that has gone a bit dim.
The Smiths may sing to you about it never going out,
but, lately my doubt and loneliness is like a cloud
that shrouds the wick of our souls as we’re all locked in the house.
Social, loving beings we are,
that’s why the word ‘namaste’ has made it so far,
but as I miss those who I love, I remember their light
and hope that mine shines through to them, and we still make each other bright. -RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 