In the cold solitude of what I call my soul,
the sun peaks its head
from a small corner in the sky.
She whispers in riddles
phrases of great prolificacy
advancing my knowledge of humankind.
I am transparent in her eyes
and she understands the crux
of who I intend to be.
She is my brilliance and I her innocence.
Our game is not make-believe.
We are on the same journey
advancing at the same momentum,
around the solemnity of our lives.
We seek happiness as we advance together through ache.