Maybe, my wounds are an art
I like to paint with poetry
That which suffers in silence is touched by the eyes that seek
Gently caressing my soul with understanding it needs
Maybe, you and I were never apart. Everything I have ever felt
Has also touched your heart.
I can’t exist without your name on my lips
It soothes my soul, like a graceful lullaby
You sway with every breath, like a secret silent symphony
I was a broken melody
Which you sang to me
As a silent symphony…
You know what love does?
It merges your edges into nothingness
you become nothing and everything
All at once.
It’s like that itch in my soul and
Relief is sought through words
That scratch them into poetry
The Alchemist dies in frustration and sorrow.
And the fool finds a treasure in a ruin.
~Shaykh Saadi of Shirazi
I can only drink from Your cup
My lips don’t thirst for anything else
I am selfish
I want my Beloved
All to myself
It pains me when He is gone
Then I realize when I am without Him
He is always with me
This brings me relief
This teaches me patience
The more I read Your words
The more I hear Your words
The more I understand Your words
The more I fall more and more in love with You
I am in love with everything You are
I am in love with everything you encompass
I am at Your mercy
Do with me as You please …