Poetic Rain

He is in love
with God and poetry
A dreamer bent on ecstasy
On a promised date with destiny
he sails and sails the endless sea

She is in love
with God and the falling rain
A lover caught in a lover’s refrain
A passenger on passing trains
she roams and roams the barren plains

They are in love
with God and beautiful things
Two wanderers, each searching for their other wing
In hopeful prayer they greet each spring
anxiously awaiting what kismet brings

Though paths may cross and they find one another
will they recognize the gaze of their fated lover
Or searching,
searching will they ever remain
forever seeking poetic rain

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It is not the pain, but the hope, that hurts..

It is not the pain, but the hope, that hurts,
I insisted, thinking I was wise;
as he plucked two twinkling stars from the sky
and placed them in my eyes

My head upon his shoulder lain
he carried me to my resting hour;
climbing the tresses of Ferdowsi’s Rudāba*
he freed me from an imprisoning tower

‘We’ve seen each other’s scars‘, he said
our imperfections seem so perfect’
As I gaze into his fathomless eyes
my heart, in soothing undulation, swept

Carried away on an emerald ocean
within the cadence of my wanting,
the deeper you dive, the less violent the waves‘,
I immerse, the current no longer daunting

First buds break through winter’s frost
ushering the blessed re-birth of spring,
his kiss, a flame, melts the ice in my soul
re-awakening my heart to blossoming.

 

*  Persian lore similar to the story of Rapunzel

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