Do not ask me who I am

I can be the living essence of a soft prayer

or a gloomy room of a prose in pain

I can be the cup of spilled soft caress on your skin,

or the calm, a storm or anger

Do not ask me who I am...

I can be the very face of God,

the words of sounding in a heart 

or maybe the rushing fantasy that often dies at daybreak

Do not ask me who I am ...

©Noris Roberts