Such beautiful work
Such beautiful work
I am sorry I let you go,
sorry for the shade I was not there to provide,
sorry for the drought I brought upon your lips;
I had to leave you so I could return,
I saw your star shine in the East:
the heavens called upon me to catch it.
It blinded my eyes,
it burned my hands,
it melted my shielding skin;
but what are eyes and hands,
what flesh and bones,
what the heart itself
to a yearning soul,
to one who has caught your star?
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I weave the winds into songs of love,
the rain I turn into gentle cymbals,
at night, the desert flowers rise
to sway to the tune of my singing;
the Japonica bloom when I play my flute,
and in the heavens,
the mighty Orion bows before my voice.
Yet my tent
is the tent of a hermit,
adorned by solitude alone;
by the sad sweetness of time
falling, grain by grain
in the hourglass
of aloneness.
No sweet scents greet me,
no smoke rises to kiss the sky,
no voices ring to herald my arrival
and only the weary feet of my longing
leave tracks in the golden sand.
When I was reading it, my mind overtook my eyes, and I assumed you were sorry for the drought brought to the eyes - I am not sure why. As I read the poem I felt myself reproaching the person apologising and by the end I was practically demanding an apology for the eyes thinking "aren't you sorry for that?"
Disclaimer: Not that you've made me cry. The poem was beautiful in the way that it made me feel wronged and deserving of an apology
Ah. Hm. Ok. The guy burns himself to catch your star and you demand an apology? ...o-kay...
Yes because in catching the star the guy had to let me go and I fell. Innit.
Sheesh, I feel deep compassion for your future fiancé
Believe me - so do I.
I do however firmly believe that I am so worth it.
*sharpening knife*
I pray you are, Noor Somehow you don't strike me as the type who'd love to live alone all her life...
Fingers crossed
That's what family is there for - religiously they have an obligation to put up with me until I get married
I'm sure you're a tremendous burden and they'll dance of joy the day someone reluctantly agrees to take you off their hands
That of course would definitely explain my dad's reluctance in marrying me off every time something gets serious. Poor guy would have no idea what he's getting himself into, I'll make sure the engagement period is brief.
Maybe they'll have to revert to marrying you off to some rich sheikh in some distant place who'll take you for your looks and you'll see him once a year...
I love attention - that would not do at all! The world revolves around me, I fail to see how seeing me once a year should suffice him. Plus I like being all dramatic and get my way. I'd much rather marry someone who is so blindly in love with me that I can always get my way. There's a reason I'm still waiting
Hopefully not so blindly in love with you he'll knock down every bloke who as much as glances at you... There's a fine line to tread, eh? Poor bloke, your marriage contract will need lots of fine print
There's always that dilemma :tears_fun: I need to just tailor one to my needs. Why is life so difficult Ola?
The sole reason, I think, is that everyone else isn't like us, it's all their fault. We're perfect, it's this buggered world that refuses to follow our example. They only have themselves to blame.