My Dear Precious Goddess,
From my night to your morning,
I’m writing in return to your lethal mail
The motion of which is like a garden snail
Crawling and hiding, crawling and hiding
Like a shadowy door with mystery sliding
I have been touching your written words
Those are like a collection of morning dews
In a box of emotion that embrace the sky,
Covering the distance of the ocean
I enjoy my timelessness through your words:
Counting the unforgettable, measuring the unspoken.
And the embrace of this obscurity is certainly tighter
Than the lessening grip of my heart
Bringing salt water to my eyes
My own heart now loves missing its beats
The flame of feeling inhales the heats
I breathe your name, exhaling my pain
On your shirt I wish could be a blood stain
As a proof of my heart, it would stay deep red
My heart is writing here, not my head
You are the mark on my liquid heart
where love begins with the beginning’s start
You are the desire of the ablaze fires
the only truth from ten-thousand-liars
You know,
I feel I can let myself enter through a ravine
All alone to be stuck there forever
Only if you stay with me in my mind
I feel I can spend this lifetime in a dark bunker
With only your thoughts surrounding me
Not sure if this is called ‘Love’
But this must be something more,
Where feelings of purity transcend.
And look at the words you’ve sent!
They are staring at me like a feeble harbinger
As my soul touches them through my eyes
Yet my mind exerts not to miss you so much
As I understand,
I am possessed by you beyond exorcism
Your light shines through my heart’s prism
I feel you here, I feel you there;
The vibes of your heart reaching everywhere
I look at the stars and envy them;
As I feel they stare back at you from another sky
I’ve created a milky way through my mind
To feel you closer as I close my eyes
I tumble into my bed
And start staring at the ceiling
For I still can count the stars there
Such is the impact of the marked feelings
Rising and falling deep down inside me
I hear sea sound from your distant shore
However that sound interlaces
With the tunes of your heart
However, my toe draws the lines
In the sand toward the waves of your unknown path
No tide can stop yearning for yours words
I’m drowning, drowning in the blue depths
Where the dawn – briefer than a twinkle
And your presence –longer than a life span
Keep breathing my affections, beloved
Crimson fate will perish soon -you’ll see
In the twilight’s dusky red
For the night is here out and about
And your treasured words beyond doubt-
Under the pillow of my bed
I thank you for the legacy of your soul’s caress
Through your letters for which I wait
(Like a mother bird who awaits the return
Of its young’s father to the nest)
Now your words are touching my bare skin
Denuding my heart
And the flesh wrapped around my lonesome existence
Is now responding to every single alphabet
That you care to send me
As a guide to my aching thoughts
But please, let your heart’s spring sing along
With one hundred birds from your nearby park
Where I fancy I’m sitting beside you
Holding you…
A wordless me…
Let the shower of rain from your soul reign over my heart
Let the light of my eyes rest upon a tuneful start
From the drizzle of your mind’s poetic appearance.
