They were two individuals
Not knowing each other
They started to follow their minds
Distance did not bother
When it was all about passion
Between two unknown hearts
Future had nothing to do with
Their spirits secret parts
One by one they counted those drops
Of faithful love to share
Where desire drizzled with the rain
Under the same hope's care
Moonlight stopped conversing with them
For they welcomed the stars
To sprinkle holy borrowed-lights
As mere balm on their scars
The night whispered to influence
Their hesitated ‘touch'
The warm touch of those fingertips
Breath's silence longed to clutch
Night after night on starry wings
Night lovers soared so high
Miles apart, across the oceans
Their love forgot to sigh
In heavenly flight's timelessness
That highest height treasured
Into the deepest of all blues
Their depth of love measured.
Munia Khan©2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How beautifully expressed, dear Munia. ❤