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

 So near I hear your voice echo through the hollow chambers of my heart, gliding softly across the walls of my soul But I can’t touch you Can’t taste the silence curled behind your lips, can’t trap your scent between my fingers, can’t steal your breath with mine Can’t thread my hands through your hair You’re so close my thoughts move with yours without the need for eyes. So close, it becomes torment: to feel you everywhere but never in my arms I don’t ache from distance I ache from how near you almost are... Nidal Sati

You drift through my thoughts like jasmine in warm wind soft, sudden, impossible to keep. I miss you more than silence admits, but what wounds me most is that you never believed it. This longing it wears me thin, pulling me between doubt and a love I can’t unfeel. I’ve questioned everything a hundred ways but not once have I doubted this ache that speaks your name. Nidal Sati

 And you ask about my paradise. It is no great place, no distant land just this A quiet bench, weathered wood, nestled beneath the blossoming glory of spring, where she sits beside me, Her head was resting softly on my shoulder as if the world had been designed for this peace. In my hand, a book I once traveled far to find selected not due to its plot, but I knew that she would hear it in my voice. I read to her gently lines that have remained within me like far-off reminders passages folded with love words that once moved me Now to share with hope. that they might move her too. And at that time, As petals drop and pages turn, I require nothing more. Nidal Sati

 My love, let me confess   I adore the delicate map of your face   As the lost adore the moon   Guiding them through endless dark.   As lovers crave the sleepless hush of night   Where silence burns with want.   I love you   Like a flicker of hope   That slips between memory’s trembling fingers   A flame never held, never forgotten.   I love you   As one loves water   Just as light kisses its surface Each glimmer revealing more of you,   Until your presence ripples through me,   Clearer, deeper,   With every soft fracture of light   Falling across your beauty.. Nidal Sati