Poetry Bulawayo

You're only a blurred image, Of smiles, affection and piety A fragile mirage, I breathe in every moment. You are the whisper of every prayer, From a heart whose longing has left it barren! My ruhi, my qalbi – Every night you sneak into my bed, Thrusting a map from my heart to yours, Tracing away ancient grief with your fingers, One detour at a time until dawn breaks in, And you point to your chest, “This is your home”. I am lost to handful of mornings, Jealous of the silence of wakefulness that pulls you away, Like the ocean teasing the shore only to leave it parched. Ruhi : Soul Qalbi: Heart