To Write Again

To Write Again
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This feels new yet familiar
at a loss for words
but slowly they come
emerging as a calm ocean wave
reborn my literary mind has become
I create yet again
ponder more
feel more
I am at home again
the comfort of familiarity envelops me
I have written again

The Breeze

The Breeze

Every time I feel a Breeze
I feel a kiss
from an unknown soul
from my Layli
When the autumn Breeze rides rides through my hair
I feel a touch
from my Layli
I must follow the Breeze and find her
I must run
I must shed tears and let them guide me
I must find her
The Journey may be long
But I will find her
Let the storm come
Let the sun burn heavily on my skin
Let enemies strike
Through this peril
I will go to find her
And when I do every treasure of mine will be hers
I will find her
with the gentle Breeze

What do you do when Lie awake at night thinking about her?

Do you breathe?
Can you breathe?
Do you move?
Do you lie still?
Do you imagine
Do you hope?
Do you fear?
Do you imagine carressing her?
Do you imagine her in your arms?
Do your lips touch hers?
Do you feel her warmth?
Do you imagine being with her?
Do you cry?
Do you smile?
Does your chest burn?
Do you ever fall asleep?