Yet unspoken

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

 

 

waking up to your intensity, falling into your eyes before we fell asleep, such trifle moments, cherished, though as yet they hide within my dream. don't know how easy or hard your struggle goes, don't know if you have life on thy own silver platter...or if it loads weight after weight, upon those longed-for shoulders. wish i knew your road, how it shapes and curves, how better or harder, perhaps i become a pill upon your tongue for swallowing, whenever cures seem to you as a thought farthest from imagining. and in more pleasant moments, when your nights grew peacefully quiet and serene, the body relaxed, so take in that pill as the candy of potential, not far off released. the misser and his missing, articulated absence inside of words he swears with every year become more hollow in their being, but 'tis not a problem, for He keeps him growing, keeps his chest beating, sipped at times by the Gift wrapped in salty sweetness, thorny-rosed, the best parts our souls they clamor for, i swear they're just behind that door, regal Patience, waiting for us to bring our effort's share, perchance elicit from our Maker His mercy that is the key to Everything, and than that more