“My heart grows fonder every time I hear
The music that you play O Beloved.
They claim not to hear, for they don’t care
For songs which make flames sway O Beloved.
The names devined by the beatific dancers
Form a graceful bouquet O Beloved;
A bouquet of lights swaying crystal clear,
Emblazoning your way O Beloved.
Unbearable love that my heart does bear
Has driven my mind fey O Beloved.”
{~Umr~}
Written : 7th May 2013. (My late father’s birthday)
Image Source : Click Here. (“Shirly90” on Deviant Art)
Beautiful…
🙂
“They claim not to hear, for they don’t care
For songs which make flames sway O Beloved.”
These two lines have so beautifully captured the essence of this poem. Rarely I find a soul like yours, Umr. And, as I sit here relishing your “ink” I cannot help thinking if you carry the same pen as I do.
Whichever pen one might hold, the source of ink is the same… 🙂