Between Us There Are Seas

Between us there are seas, There is an observed love. There are nights in glow of morn, Gloomy and miserable Is it a bevy of birds-- Or an angel from my windows Overlooks? Ah, there are evenings From fire and salt There grunts launched by shadows There are thorns injuring dreams There is a comma, wriggling Between dusk and twilight Creates from the night, tales From the dream, Legends Ah, O nights that never seen! If you were, crimson, green or yellow! Glows, in my poetry now, and forever Written by © Fatima Nusairat