Why I Wait in the Dark
Inside the dark,
So pitch-black,
That pulls in
Between you and me
Is a kind of beauty–
Being in a world
Where I hear you,
So clearly
Like listening to thunder
Sailing in a sea
With a loud stillness.
I stand there,
Still,
For I know
That from the waiting,
My mirror
Traces her way back.
Doesn't longing
Make us meet them,
Halfway,
Souls we miss?
You're my innate mirror
And other mirrors,
Tainted and curved,
Blur and distort me.
At the heart
Of this pitch-black dark,
Like in a space observatory,
I eye clearly
Your touching tears
Which summon forth mine.
Your tears pierce
Through this blackness
Into my soul
Where my eyes won't eye.
And so I stay there
Long enough
Until your tears
Soak my soul
And invade
All my marrows.
In this darkness
Where I wait
To hear your voice
Your particles of pain
Ram into each other
And onto my chest.
In this pain,
So excruciating
I get to fathom,
Who we are–
You, the Rose
And me, the Crab
Intertwined.
© Sea-Crab Poetry.
A Bit of Notes
On Souls Merged, poems of this kind exist in abundance, a correspondence poetry between me and Israa Hussein.
Every single day visiting this blog I tend to feel that this wordy words you put together so perfectly are indeed the ''innate mirror '' that makes me understand better...its more than just the rhyme ...the mood .
ReplyDeleteIts me reading every single word and becoming one with it.
You are not just a ''voyanger of words''
You are WORD itself.
@Robert thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much for your feedback and for your kind words. More love and more light.
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