A Mystical Poetry
Joy Of Meeting
The Beloved
Published in
Sep 21, 2020
We did meet, once,
before you knew me well
and before I knew what you meant to me.
That is the thing,
the rub of absence:
it reveals, piece by piece,
the puzzle of the collision of lives.
A fall of rain,
a forgotten word,
a cup of coffee,
a hint,
is all it takes.
Now, after moments or years,
when our eyes lock
and the picture of the puzzle
appears in its fullness,
I will be ready.
Ready to meet my beloved
with open arms and
with joy flowing through
my heart!
© Copyright @ Syya.
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