framed Ideal: Acceptance

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

i suppose a writer stays writing, whether the pen is present in the fingers or absent, whether eyes open or closed because night had already fallen, much happens in the world these days to corrode my attachment to earth, but i might forget to glance again at the Sky, remember its hope, remember my aims and the struggle to reach beyond what this vision sometimes only shows. 

do you know what it's like to have someone accept you, wholly, like the gravity of a star embracing a tiny comet? what about when that feeling you realize is so deep, it literally ends up defining the ideal in the first place? that you conceive of it not based on a dictionary or a book...but what that person showed you, implicitly, without reservation, without asking for a thing in return? 

by the grace of my Creator, i have known such a one. her beauty, i could never have seen it if she hadn't held arms wide open, across the time and space of our lives, throughout circumstance and distance. alhamdulillah for my Moon, one i've never touched but who reached my soul, grasped it gently in its gravitational pull, and never let go, regardless how our orbits would shape elliptical or otherwise. 

aye, what does a lover want but to be embraced and longed for by their beloved? to be never let go, in times dark or cold, held forever through all the phases of every lunar passing? 

alhamdulillah