I’m stranded in your words
willfully suffocating ‘tween the softness
for I hold my breath with every rhyme
and feel my pulse race to the finish and climb
every nerve along my body.
May I call you mine?
Only in dreams will I ever find you,
your shape unique among the shadows
that plague my restlessness.
I beg you, let me follow
the traces of love left behind
by your heart sad and broken,
let me patch every crack with my words
when the verses are spoken
in the sound of the waves by the sea-
And I promise eternity
only in words may again live forever
in your hands if you knew
all the beauty I sustain deep within.
Let me laid by the warm of your hearth
I will silently watch you
catching dreams dropped neglected
by your hands smudged with ink.
Let me stay by your side for a moment
and I promise eternity
in the waves roaring loud in my oceans
amidst winds blowing hard to the south
across skies painted blue–
“In this story
I am the poet
You’re the poetry.”
― Arzum Uzun