The Never Never Beloved Poem by Mohammad Yousef

In the quiet shadows where whispers dwell,
Where dreams are spun from gossamer threads,
There lies a realm, untouched by time,
A sanctuary for the heart's unclaimed desires—
The never never beloved,
A phantom of what could be,
An echo of laughter in the wind,
A fleeting touch that dances on the edge of memory.

In fields where wildflowers bloom with abandon,
Beneath the sprawling, unyielding sky,
I chase the specter of your smile,
A mirage that glimmers just beyond reach,
Each heartbeat a reminder,
A pulse of longing wrapped in silence,
The taste of love, sweet yet elusive,
Like dew upon the dawn,
Slipping through fingers like grains of sand.

Oh, how I wander through the corridors of my mind,
Where you linger like a ghost,
A painting unfinished, colors bleeding into one another,
Every stroke a sigh, every hue a heartbeat,
Yet the canvas remains bare,
A testament to the beauty of the unfulfilled,
A story never told, a song forever unsung,
You, my never never beloved,
A constellation in the sky of my imagination.

In the twilight hours, I search for you,
Amidst the rustling leaves, the soft murmur of the brook,
The stars become your eyes, twinkling in the depths of night,
And I, the dreamer, the seeker of shadows,
Reach out to grasp the intangible,
To hold you close in the embrace of longing,
Yet you remain a wisp, a fleeting thought,
A whisper lost in the vastness of the universe.

What is love if not a journey,
A pilgrimage through the landscapes of the heart?
I have walked mountains, crossed rivers,
Only to find you in the spaces between,
In the laughter of children, the sigh of the breeze,
In every moment that brims with possibility,
Yet fades like mist at dawn,
You, my never never beloved,
A bittersweet refrain in the symphony of my soul.

So I will carry you,
In the depths of my heart, a sacred flame,
Lighting the paths of my wanderings,
An eternal reminder of the beauty of yearning,
For even in absence, you are present,
A thread woven into the fabric of my being,
A beloved that never was,
Yet always will be—
An endless journey,
A song without end,
My never never beloved.