stretching here and there.
It’s all around me, I am rolled inside it, stunned as if it were a snare.
It’s more than love that trapped me, caught me absolutely unaware.
I feel its presence even with you far away, it can be seen from anywhere.
As though it were mature night giving a rise to a full moon with its white flare,
It shines my way, it makes me feel, it lets me see through darkness, bless the glare!
So godlike you are that I’m tempted in your honor to address a prayer.
I want to get a revelation from you, as the castles built are all but disrepair.
Just give me strength to stand your absence, pushing me away from fine and fair.
I’m afraid with you away the only thing that’s fair is in fact your lovely, gracious hair.
That Very Time (1.0)
That very time when we were young,
I doted on you, poems wrote and sang.
So hard it was to watch so sharp a tongue.
Although my words to wind I never flung.
That very time, I bold enough to kiss you first…
Since then for you I never quenched my thirst.
Gulped it all down, aridity of life dispersed.
Until the last drop signified the bubble burst.
That very time, my lips against your hands,
You were my water in the stifling sands.
I shriveled, withered, barren were my lands,
Until you came in torrents to my droughty strands.
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