I am down in my imagination.
I am swimming,
seeing the surface of your eyes,
the sea beneath them,
Never mistake my silence for absence.
I am driftwood in your ocean,
you flow above and below.
I seek your presence in the pause..
where the seed of a poem forms.
Such a sweet and quiet place,
I’ve fallen asleep to the essence of you
searching for what you
in a kiss.
Delicately compiled from my various drippings and reflections by Maha E.
When someone hears you and assembles you such, into poetic epilogue, this is what happens. Thank you for seeing the rose through the thorns.