Most of my days and nights

I feel mostly astray, divided

From all I desire to behold

Oh! how being a mere mortal

Can be harmonistically painful

Between those inhales and exhales

Like when she uncontrollably cries

A song in sync unto my heartbeats

And I- feel, I’m simply each of her drops

Separated from her eyes, from her soul

Crashing and beset upon foreign sand

In sleep of some other realm, not mine

Where my love for her is bubbled

Yet my journey to find her heart

Worth every step and scar… for her love


Poet of the Light © 2018

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