Whispers Between the lines

 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

 Gently, you entered like dawn through the mist,   Holding dreams in the warmth of your fist Every glance from you calms the storm,   Nothing ever felt this close, this warm All the silence speaks when you’re near A whisper, a gaze in your voice I hear   Love, in your presence, chase away all pain And in your smile, I’m whole again    Hope wears your name when nights are long Memories bloom like a timeless song  As if fate wrote you into my skies,   Remaining forever in my heart’s replies. Nidal Sati