The Blind's Letter To the Distant Lover
The greetings from the herdsmen and the muu that
followed whispered home to my sharp ears.
A home is supposed to be the place you could run
to and be safe but mine,all heart beats and fears.
The first place I walked to was the tinny dusty bench.
To seen if my stick would touch you the person who would
give me food and water for my burning thirst to quench.
And oh!how I miss you,as I struggle to find my door post.
And Oh!how I blame myself,for allowing you to
swim without me to the outer coast.
I sit each night by the struggled lit fires with your
cloth stuck to my nose.
Feeding my hungry desires with your body fragrance
gradually fading away from the clothes.
Not blind,but only in love with a person in a veil,behind a
mask you made me believe.
Where is the touch on the left side of my face,the regular
kiss on my lower lip and hands,and the voice
that even my dead spirit can recall.You were here,now so far
and I don't know what tomorrow would have been
if not for the things you thought me to achieve.
I know you would be back soon but loneliness is a herculean
barrier to my daily survival.
Do be hurry my love,tower,and shoulder pal.
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