Surrendering

Had I not met you
Where would Inspiration be?

You slide right out of a
Written rainbow for me
Always better than the real thing.

But you are madness aren’t you?
There in those forests
With Shams.
It hurts to imagine the bliss.

To love without touch
Where the eyes made love to the soul
Something no one understands.

Even today we walk amongst the blind.
Yet your love for Shams binds me.
There is a space for freedom.

Where your soul reflected truth
And Shams was the answer.
How lucky we are to know the secret.
How achingly real the love!

The fear of loss incapacitates.
I know now why you laid your head
In offering.
I respect the giving in.

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