The devine

Through a small cistern in the dirty white sheet of clouds spread over the sky he looked down at me. The light of his eyes peered through the sky , making it blush all over as it gently touched me. I looked up to him and acknowledged his touch.
He held me rooted to my feet down here and my gaze fixed up to him as he stared me down in my eyes. The glare so blinding , so charasmatic, so striking, yet so compassionate, so tender.
I felt like a ten year old standing in front of my principal's office. The feeling gave me goosebumps all over and I had buterflies rising up in my stomach.
I cleared my throat and opened my mouth to talk to him.. but words just failed to come. the power of words in which i had so strongly believed had just failed me ....
Was it that words actually fall short sometimes or was it just the devine , in front of whom everything seemed trivial????
He gently moved my hair as the breeze kissed my cheeks. Tears filled my eyes and I surrendered my soul to him. He took it gently and placed it close , so close to him , that i could feel his breath.
And then through the universe so vast roared his words of love and care . Showered down on me , drenching me , soaking me in them . I felt guilty and foolish for not acknowledging him in my life. Tears rolled down my eyes , soaking my already wet face. I opened my mouth once agin to speak and this time too words failed me.
I grew desperate now, because i wanted to speak
I wanted to tell him, let him know that I was sorry. That i would always need him in my life.

And again he spoke to me .....This time the voice came from within me , and I instantly started a conversation with my lord.