Have You,
Have you ever been to a well with talking waters
That breathe life into your soul with silent words
That love feels as sure as the sun in a hot desert
But can get as cold as dew on a gloomy morning
Have you ever met your heart in someone’s
And thought that reality is a dream
You don’t want to wake up from
Even with its webs entangled around your mind
And storms of wars stir in your world
That you choose to lay in sweet captivity
For the sake of what it makes you feel
I’ve been there
I’ve finished my hair twisting and turning
On a sweaty pillow in the longest nights
Painting pictures of jigsaw puzzle dreams
Connecting dots to create trees of unimaginable realms
The woman
Have you ever found yourself free in a person’s lips
In that moment
Like a blind man’s bliss of his first ever shot at sight
But if the heart’s eyes are closed
You can never really meet love
Nor hear her pass by you
Even in the wildest ride on top of a skyscraper’s cliff
Or a journey to the deepest root of the tallest tree
Can our souls grow wings then
So we could plant mustard seeds
Of the sweetest things
So we could be true to our hidden nakedness
And marry reality with fantasy
Spread the painting brush smoothly
Across the pregnant canvas
On which our queer merriment gains shape
With different colours, carelessly
So we could be one with ourselves
And with God
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