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The Unseen Battles of Love
A Poem
Read in the name of passion amidst the ruins of storms,
For my desert dwellers who abandoned the oasis to seek shelter in the dust.
For the wandering bird between the conquests of the sun and the trumpets of morning.
Should you wish, I will house the clouds atop the dice games upon mountain crests,
And I will watch your wild shadow until it shades the drought-stricken land when fate twists, and veils obscure it.
Should you wish, I will send my voice as a spear piercing the stream cast like a floating marble statue,
And I will burn the cloud to ashes for the fires of the glaring sun.
And I manage my thirst with the saltwater of the sea.
Should you wish, I will return as a child who trusts not the treachery of time, throbbing with the pang of longing,
And I gather the air as a sacrifice to love dethroned from the dreams’ realm.
And perhaps we walk side by side,
Clasping your hand with a fervor split from the lovers’ lexicon.
Read about a child running behind the caravans of passing ships,
Hoping to return to you.
And with my sorrow, I crossed a sea, slipping through verses of misfortune,
