Like spring in a barren land
How did you settle in my soul So silently, yet so deeply? Why is it you of all the world Who walks my veins without permission, Without a sound? Why does longing bloom for you Like spring in a barren land? Why does your absence Carve wide, aching spaces in my days Rooms where only your silence lives? Your face... It clings to every sunset, Rises with the sun at dawn. You are stitched into the light And the darkness alike. Why do you haunt my dreams Like a familiar echo on roads That lead to nowhere Yet feel like home? You, My uninvited guest, My constant companion, My sweetest ache.... Nidal Sati