Archive for March, 2008
O, my love
Come silently in the middle of the night
As gliding moonlight
With your tender touch
Bring sweet dreams to my eyes
O, my love, never again
I will need to open the door,
Come quietly through the door of my heart
Be there forever in my sweet memory
Come as the fragrance of un-blossomed flowers
Swaying in the evening breeze
Sing out my name over and over again
Like love-stricken evening bird in the wilderness
Come as tear drops in my eyes
Whisper in my ears like soothing tune of flute
Come as my lost love
O my ever lost love
Be there as eternal pain in my heart.
Nazrul Islam 1899-1976
Someone once told me how you were put here to help me learn, a thought I had trouble embracing. As I sat thinking about this last night, I realized in some part they were right. You were put here I am certain to help me learn about love. All my life I have been quick to rush into situations thinking it was love and only afterwards realizing it was not. After enough of what love was not, I put my heart under wraps for many years. I used to think perhaps I had kept it locked away too long, but I know now it was waiting for you. You have taught me the value of time, the depth and intensity of love. I have learned to go slow, savoring all that love can be, and take small moments as gifts. My thoughts were many last night and I realized perhaps this is all I will get in this life, a love seen through a window, our words like a soft breeze brushing by us, fleeting moments of time recaptured.
My heart waits in a garden walking the stone path that leads to a door. This door opens unto the shadow of my dreams. As I stand shrouded by the plants and flowers of this garden I watch your life pass by. I know at times we hear each other, connecting if only for a moment. If you stop, you will find me there, in a touch, a whisper or a tender moment unexplained, my words hanging on the air like the scent of flowers on a summers night.
One day I will step from the garden and you will remember, a knowing opening from deep within and you will come with me. Here all that we knew will return to us. By day I will be the water and you the wind that moves me. By night I will be the moon and you the stars shining down on the garden where love has waited so long.