If I could whisper sweet nothings
as if in belonging to nothingness
one exists in the everything of spirit
So that the enigma of my being
utters, in a mere one word, its mystery
even if you may know it already
To many it may seem I have lasted
only a season for you, like a leaf
and yet I even outlasted eternity
The Pangea of my tree, may have been
splintered, but do you see, I invisibly
stood upright for the fight for all my loves!
And, most importantly, for you!
I couldn’t bridge the despair
of finding you and not possessing you
But I am a dervish dancer, a pirouetting flame
that exists not only for its own existence
but remembers the laughter of the soul it shared
with the beauty of another, lost but always remembered in time
Have I walked the narrow alleys of this space-time
both, enervated by a sense of loss and
invigorated by hope. If I could tell you
in so many difficult words, that are
split wide apart by pitfalls of evil
that God exists in his sacrifice for love
Even if, sometimes, he doubts that it may not be fulfilled
because of the failure to achieve it due to overwhelming treachery!
Yet he feels his omnipotence
in his everlasting patience and faith!
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