Whispers Between the lines

In any normal day Your face is a poem bouncing on the edges of my fingers In any normal day Your voice dances in the chambers of my heart ​In any normal day You walk through my veins Like a magic secret potion Of happiness. ​In any normal day Your breath is the wind that stirs the quiet curtains A soft rhythm I follow through the halls Mapping the distance between us Until there is no distance at all. ​In any normal day Your laughter is the golden ink Writing sunbeams across the floor Turning the mundane into a miracle And leaving me wanting nothing more... Nidal Sati

 ​The world demands a curated face, A porcelain grin, a measured pace I move through shadows, guarded and disciplined A kite held tight against a shifting wind ​But then you wander through my mind And leave the restless noise behind A sudden bloom of internal light The way the hearthfire meets the night ​I do not have to hide the fray The quiet aches or words I cannot say With you, the heavy armor falls away Like golden mist at the break of day ​No scripts to read, no parts to play, Just stillness where the soul can stay You are the anchor, the steady release My sudden warmth, my sovereign peace... _Nidal Sati