slices of heaven

only you

i choose

among the entire world

is it fair

of you

letting me be unhappy

my heart

is a pen

in your hand

it is all

up to you

to write me happy or sad

i see only

what you reveal

and live as you say

all my feelings

have the color 

you desire to paint

from the beginning

to the end

no one but you

please make

my future

better than the past

when you hide

i change

to a Godless person

and when you

appear

i find my faith

don’t expect 

to find any more in me

than what you give

don’t search for

hidden pockets because

i’ve shown you that

all i have

is all you gave.

Rumi

(for DHP, Jan. 13, 2012)