longing – Layla Ali Sultan

The wind blows through the trees.
The breeze flows through my hair.
The air travels through our distance.

The mountains are high and mighty.
The mountains are distant and craggy.
The mountains are steep and rugged.

Yet my gaze is forever locked.

The waves are fierce and deep.
The waves are gentle and soft.
The waves are constant and strong.

Yet your gaze is locked.

The horizon is a wavering line

Pink hues
Golden dust
Deep blue.

I cannot see you
Yet i see you.

I cannot touch you
Yet i sense you.

I cannot hold you
Yet I cling to you,

Birds flutter by,
Chirps whistle by,
Feathers drop by.

Like messages
Like mementos
Like whispers.

Are you here?
I am here.

Love is a gentle bruise.
Love is a cold salve.
Love is what cannot be said.

Those who have built for themselves a high tower.
Those who have carved for themselves high windows.
Those who have weaved for themselves high curtains.

The lonely,
The hardy,
The silent,

Those who built a refuge that could withstand high winds…

Have an inner warm glow.
Have a gentle soft heart.
Have delicate dreams.

No winds,
No tempest,
No frost

can make their fortress crumble.

But one word,
But one shoot,
But one sprout,

And the foundation can crack.
And the walls can collapse,
And the door can be unhinged.

One word,
And I am yours.

One word,
And you are mine.

One word,
And you are gone.

Will you return my love?

Ask the ruins,
Ask the waves,
Ask the silence,

Will you return my love?

Alpenglow,
Frosted peaks,
Gentle slopes,

Will you return my love?

Yesterday, You dreamt I said goodbye. I wrote about saying goodbye. I tried to say goodbye. But here I am. Not quite here, Not quite there. A vision, A memory, A ghost, Just like you. Do I haunt you? Do I whisper in your ear? Do I linger in your arms? Because I hear you In the broad day light. Because I hear you In the middle of breakfast. Because I feel you In the deep night. I know this song so well. I’ve sung it before, like a hymn. I’ve drunk it before, like poison. I’ve stretched it before, like a canvas. Don’t tell my friends, Don’t tell my mama, Don’t tell my cat, There she goes again; They’ll sigh. On and on Over and over Higher and higher Like a swing, Like a hurricane, Like a galaxy. A heart that doesn’t know How to turn away How to walk away How to run away. A heart that only knows how to Love Love and love. You said goodnight But you meant goodbye. I said goodbye But I meant goodnight. Oh but the rain keeps on falling… Like a gushing torrent. Like a weeping ocean. Like a glistering curtain. Tomorrow, The fields will be green. The flowers will be bedewed. The letterbox will be empty. … But I will still be waiting.

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