What stories are living inside you?
What tales lies resting, waiting to be awoken
in the arrangement of your bones
or the curve of your brow
and through your fingers that speak in tongues?
Which poems are writ on the manuscript of your skin?
What are the names of those who have etched their memory
on the chamber walls of your heart?
What image has your wildest hope carved
on the insides of your eyelids?
What makes you soar?
What wings have found their way
to the deepest recesses of your imagination?
And to which destination are they leading you?
