Literature & Languages

  • Issue 115 / January-February 2017



    The Mist

    Sumayya B. Sharaf

    Love is in the air,

    in the early morning mist.

    I inhale, and inhale

    This secret should be kept

    Here in the heart.

    Only then will I hear,

    It was never in the air.


    All love comes from within.

    Never tell that I revealed

    this secret for humans to know.

    I do not steal from others

    Neither should you.

    Even if it slipped between the lines

    With the burden of love, the heaviness of the message,

    And the light,

    Only the hearts

    That have it inside out

    Will hear

    Because it is not the air

    That carries this secret

    In words, spoken.

    Rather,

    It is the unsealed hearts and eyes

    Sending it to self-conscious

    Ears of love


    Love is a monk in the human heart.

    To meet that sanctuary

    is the moment of coming to life.

    Being alive, or alove

    when it shines inside out:

    only then, when it reaches the wind,

    Does it not travel

    Ear to ear,

    Does it not whisper,

    But conquer


     


    Sumayya B. Sharaf

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