UNCLAIMED
The treasures of my solitude,flow past my being

Into your realm, oh beloved;

Knowing nothing,but the exhilaration

Of being drawn to depths unknown.

For you are my sky, and here i dawn

In your longing blue arms,

Bathing you in my silver hue.

When the world slips into its dreams

Under the soft slumbers of sleep;

I see the stars, twinkling

In the glistening beauty of your blackness,

Singing to me in the secrecy of our love;

Enlivening my only dream to life.

And now the throb of separation,i know not

For i'm secure, in your unending peace.

The glory of dawn,the mirth of yellow,

Whispers in my ears, mild and mellow:

The music untuned and charms undone,

As you gently kiss my lowered eyes.

The heat of passion,i feel as your

Sensuous breath sweeps past me,

Assuring my senses against the prick of cold.

But for the tormenting truth,bare and hard upon me:

The clouds look deep into my face,

Fluffy and sorrowfully white;

Floating in your pale blood,

Traversing miles between us.

Is it your overflowing fantasy

That blocks my view,

Or the killing silence of your anonymity?

Flashing through my thoughts

Like the self-healing drop of rain;

The tear of sanctity, yours and mine;

Weaving an enrapturing bond between us.

RYSHA HAMZA