it is my habit, to read your poems
late in the night, into the early hours
of the morning.When the silence fills
everywhere, and the occasional passing of the traffic, sails away into the distance,and again the long silence remain.My mind travel to everywhere you write from:with easy speed,to a city,a home, a room, attimes,it's all about love and your loneliness.You share the purity of heart and soul and your need for faith,from anyone that reads your hearts aching melodies...But,
Who is awake like me...
Awake at this unholy hours
Awake and waiting,in case, someone
posted in a poem to poemia?
She surprised me, when soon after these thoughts, escaped my mind, she sent a like notification...
I acknowledged it...then came again,a new post commenting on the poem...
I replied saying... thank you...
again she thanks me for saying thank you...
Only an angel can be awake and from so faraway... you're a loving soul.
My eyes were wet and my mind unwilling to let go...I know I wished for something more than that moment.I wanted to claim you like my friend next-door.One I can see and talk to,next morning and every day, and after that twenty-four seven... Yours is a heart of gold and a celestial
maybe, someday, you'll ask me to collaborate with you on a subject like friendship and faith and loyalty and ofcourse, love.Wishing you long life and a happy one too.
©jad
J