Hidden
This feeling of darkness
encircled by bright light
I hold the swaying image
I wait for it to unfold.
My gaze is exhausted
Does not hold a thing anymore
I am blinded
my will numbed.
In my effort to grasp it
I am but grasped by it
For I cannot say
Love is in my heart
But rather I am in the heart of love.
It shakes me to my core
It breaks me to pieces
when am not me anymore
he gathers me unto himself
I cling to it.
Copyright © Aida Melesse | Year Posted 2011
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