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?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Lovely,
How many a day he found no rest in longing for her; how many a night the pain of her kept him from sleep; his body was worn to a sigh, his heart's wound had turned him to a cry of sorrow. (Baha'u'llah, The Seven Valleys, p. 13)
To me, you captured the spirit of this passage.
Post a Comment