Black as coal
        Darker than a moonless night sans stars
           As blind to sight as a blizzard to a      
                                               snowflake



   is this mystery


drawn
compelled
inexplicable
      Yet with sooooooooooooooo many black       holes one has to wonder


How ever does this universe exist?


Einstein would have thot it child's play

      "Simple you bafoons,
                  One creates the chaotic world they exist in
                                     and
the other is throughly  entrenched in the theory of a chaotic universe —

so no matter the
                                                head banging


there is a  river running thru
and   rivers   of  l  o  v  e  

are rare

                






And when found
                                           run
                                                       d
                                   E
           E
               p
p
  e
    r

than imagining.



                Flowing strong
                           from time immemorial till time ceases to exist.






            But  rivers

                   Be they crashing as white water over hidden boulders
                    or pooled
                   black as night
                                   masquerading as swimming holes


never,never,never run clear and bubbling
                                                    Like brooks strayed from streams.


rivers  are     a. L. I.                V.   E
           In constant f, l, u,x
          

Always flowing

Ever moving.

So why are you surprised to witness this miracle?  E=MC2  "



                [Silly,  expecting constancy when change is the only constant to be true]

Oh you lady, you glanced at my sight,
The might of your stare shook my stride.
A glance that my eyes craved for,
A glance that opened the window to the soul.
Way too shattering,
Yet ecstatic.

Oh you lady, you spoke in my mind,
The words that filled up my life.
A speech that sparked the light,
A speech that left me with troublesome nights.
Way too engulfing,
Yet enlightening.

Oh you lady, you touched my heart,
Left a lingering subtleness of your palm.
A touch that my heart longed for,
A touch that made it who it was.
Way too provoking,
Yet calming at par.

Oh you lady, you clasped your heart onto mine,
Showed me what love is which no one else could find.
A firmly tied thread through which I dangled,
Reality and serenity cast me into a fight.
Way too catastrophic outside,
Yet all gentle inside.

Love in my eyes,
Liveliness in yours.
Fathomless trust of yours,
My dauntless promise to be by your side.

Oh! Woe to the poor captivated lover
Being trapped in love, but beloved gone

Oh! The moment I'm sitting as tulip alone
In my heart's blood, she is gone as wind

The voice of ax didn't come from Bistoon
Shireen is gone to Farhad's dream tonight

Oh! I will inform you of my painful alas
The day my enormous patience finally gone

Pity lover that flew your grapevine hair
With a hundred hopes come, gone unhappy

I am happy you abandoned all my rivals
Although, you left me as fistful of soil to wind

Mountains and deserts are mournful tonight
Lovers as Majnoon and Farhad gone forever

It all began when a gentle heart fell for a wild heart. And as their walls grew thinner it became more crystal clear that; them meeting was more of an alignment than a happenstance. They were indeed two sides of the same soul.
©Sonia Ettyang