why could you not storm,
like thunder and fury,
the strength of which lies,
in those tiny droplets,
that fall,
as the rain of redemption,
soaking you ,
waking you from nescience,
preventing the vacuousness,
filling in life,
with avidity,
and fervour,
why must you lie dormant,
letting the lava of ardour,
and vitality go cold,
I must shake every grain of your being,
I must remove all inhibitions,
make your soul naked,
so that it could fly,
on the wings of absolution,
erase the blankness and emptiness,
flow like the brooks of enlightenment,
illuminating your paths,
leading,
motivating,
mentoring…