In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
Where no one sees you,
But sometimes I do,
And that sight becomes this art
Drumsound rises on the air
It’s throb, my heart
A voice inside the beat says,
“I know you’re tired,
but come. This is the way.”

--Rumi 

Welcome and Enjoy, ☺

Reuben