Sweet and soft
Timid and pale,
Vanishing and whispering,
You made me forget the harsh wind.
What were you searching for?
What were you running from?
What were you hoping for?
We both listened to each other’s silences.
We both gazed into each other’s universes.
We both held on to each other’s heartbeats.
Deep at night,
I can still feel you.
I can still hear you.
I can still hold you.
Deep in my dreams.
My darling sparrow
My shy sparrow
My strong sparrow.
I followed you
Through forests and fields.
Through fields and mountains.
Through mountains and forests.
But it wasn’t enough.
There were so many lands,
There were so many oceans,
There were so many galaxies,
Yet to be beheld together.
I close my eyes,
I hold up my hands,
I let my soul fly away.
And I am the breeze on your cheek,
And I am the flutter on your shoulder,
And I am the whisper in your heart.
Dear love.
When the fire burns logs into cinders.
When the wind blows those cinders.
When the earth cradle those cinders.
When the moon is a sliver in the forest,
When the moon is a glimmer in the forest.
When the moon is a lamp in the forest.
When the violets are shying away.
When the hydrangea are blooming away.
When the roses are scattering away.
You are in my sighs.
You are in my songs.
You are in my soul.
Each bird must fly on an autumn eve.
Each bird must return on a spring morn.
Each bird must glide over the ocean.
Was the sparrow lost?
Was the robin lost?
Did they find their way?
Sweet and soft
Timid and pale,
Vanishing and whispering,
Another glance,
Another peep,
A last chirp,
And they flew away.
One North,
One South.
One high,
One low.
One slowly,
One swiftly.
Scattering dew on the roses.
Rustling with the wild winds.
Praying with lost souls.
They are not lost.
They are not sad.
They are not weary.
Creator,
In Your Light,
In Your Healing,
In Your Hand,
They are home.
Yet,
There remains a hope in their heart.
There remains a sigh in their soul.
There remains a prayer in their peace.
That they reveal only to the Keeper of Hearts.
Layla Ali Sultan 