Who Art Thou? Poem by Nancy Nalbandian

Who art thou?
A flesh of bones I may never call,
as you are more than a physical entity for me.
The froth of my sea
I shall call,
because you wash all the hindrances of mine and bequeath me the essential means to my survival.
A dover, you might be
with your invisible feathers
you make me hover over the mysterious places that I myself couldn't wander.
A nightingale you surely are,
your soul sings to me the greatest songs of eternal love that cause my pain to slumber and diminish forever.
A mountain you may be,
as i put my all stamina to reach the top,
i never lose my apetite to pursue my fight.
A wind you are,
and you carry away all the worries of mine. Destroy and preserve me, and i will soar away with you to the darkest caves.
Once i was a field and i was drought,
you let my dread fade away,
and had made me breathe again,
in the land where oxygen is insurmountable.
A sylph, i have become
and my protector
you have exiled my demons.
You are the constellation,
that my soul entices by.
My state of mind
who brings tranquility to my chaotic mind and sanity to a despaired soul like mine.
What sort of human you may be,
if you have instilled all sort of magical humanistic identity in me?