I stood in a damp granary with

A wavering soul and resolved to his name, 

Into the cobwebs of cruel intents.

My vision blurred in inscrutable darkness,

And then he emerged from obscurity.

Flashing his warm benign smile,  

To verify my love for him.

As I lifted my sight in reverence,   

And offered him a handful of cereals.

With his deft fingers and palm,

He picked the grains gently and wordlessly.

I lingered in that moment as if grains,

Were attached to him

In some clandestine way.

I couldn’t even see when he was gone,

As smoothly as he would arrive.

I turned and walked back

To the damp granary and was left watching

More than what he had offered.