..The Quest..1. - Poem by wardha jawdat
the beauty was so perfect...
that it felt...almost cruel,
i could feel the pain in my bosom...
the pain of its perfection.
i could not look away.
i could not blink.
i forgot to draw the lifegiving breath
that sustains this fragile being...
the sounds of the stream,
swirling, like a thousand free spirits,
playing at ring a roses
around age worn crags,
pulled me down, into depths so cold, so sweet,
filled with such tragically soft promises...
of heaven and honeysuckle,
that i felt mesmerically at peace.
the ecstacy was paralytic,
in its wholeness.
so long have i hunted for you,
years i have lusted, for a dropp
of this nectar...
i can feel you, looking upon me.
feel your warmth caress my face.
i am home!
i am free!
a child of the earth, a soul at peace.
o Lord, let me rest here....
in the shadows of Your Grace,
these trappings of pretensions
i feel, i can't don anymore.
o let me stay!
let me swathe my spirit
in the balm of this quietude,
float like an atom,
upon the winds,
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