you bring warmth to me, and so fulfill your role, like some invisible Sun
light falling on me, in this darkness of soul, like some invisible Sun
instinctively I look upwards to find you, but it is impossible
this temporal veil seems real, i am not whole, like some invisible Sun
weeds grow from the deep to suffocate my heart, wretched strands of pure doubting
your presence provides comfort, hope to cajole, like some invisible Sun
grieving of life without you, i am lost inside your love my beloved
i fall endlessly, spinning into this hole, like some invisible Sun
This scribbler knows that all of space and time cannot contain your beauty
nor that song which resides deep in my heart and ripples outward for ever
I love the sadness of this, Paul. It speaks of loss and love and someone who lighted your life. Beautiful.
This is beautiful. Sad. Loving. Tender.
Deep sadness and melancholy for that lost love ~ A beautiful ghazal Paul ~
The sorrow of loss and facing aloneness. Beautifully written!
Such profound loss and sadness, well pronounced. The loss of the love of this person’s life. It is very well done
Sounds like a disconcerting dream that goes on and on after the loss of your beloved!
Dwight
Though we love it’s radiance, live in its energy, we cannot hold the Sun.
Yearning for the Light. Beyond human perception and adequacy.
Deep sorrow beautifully conveyed, Paul. You’re perfecting the form.
Beauty is ever bittersweet, and the ache here shines with an invisible sun. The song of Philomena — the ravaged woman become nightingale — pours forth when a dark beak pierces the heart. Nicely done.
I sense a deep longing, as well as agony, in desiring to reciprocate God’s love, knowing you can never come close. Well, while on the earthly plane anyway.
The force is strong with you 😉
The last two lines are my favorite.
I liked this phrase: “i am lost inside your love”
The way you describe this as loosing sun itself I feel the sorrow runs deep in your blood.
a hint of revival.. rebirth (resurrection?) but also a loss – a sadness, an unworthiness.
“weeds grow from the deep to suffocate my heart” … Whew, love that.