Age Does Not Wither Poem by Yoosaph Aayala

We were breezes before meeting
in a dream, sifting through snowy clouds
Your gathered smiles spreading far
fathering shiny words of joy

You loved a feather embracing her
in a line of rolling finger waltz
Her soft mood sheltered a balm
on your forehead, a gentle review:

Love never loses its rhythm
Even if you are here or unseen.
In cathedrals, masjids or prayer corner
Love remains not, streaming forever
Through caverns of hearts mellow
Bards singing in a taste of sorrow.

Name the current what you may,
Several veins meander in a stream
Several Songs blow in wind and
A sweet wave flutters through your heart.

We are not gentle winds now,
Wounds of agony hurts not,
Wonders do not look strange
We are wanderlust each other
Whining not for flesh, panting,
Whimpering not for the unscored.
The nameless moment of thoughts
Seeks solemn solace even in slumber.
Memories lull lurid legacies unfolded
When our veins beckon final rest.