Sunday Poem By Shahid Abbas

"The Bewitching Hour"

Deep in the dark of night lying awake your image burned into my imagination eyes closed as dreams of you descend like warmth deep in the cold of winter as the bewitching hour approaches thoughts flash back to our first meeting when universes collided that fateful day

recalling the mysteriousness of it all I smile then hearing a whisper urging me to write a poem honoring the great gift of generosity given to me a gratuitous offering made by the heavens

let a million twinkling stars bear witness to our joy our gratitude to a kind universe

As sunlight rises over the horizon thoughts turn to love's enigmatic nature suddenly I experience a compelling urge to dance with my back to the wind serenade clouds hiding smiling angels listening closely hearing their joyful sound harmonizing the last note of your name

then I pray my urgent prayer that angels sing my name to you sweet melodious music lifting you to the mountain top where I impatiently wait your coming

my beating heart speaks only to your eyes your love is my buoy let my name be yours I am the poet who lives in you and you my love the constant inspiration alive in me..

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