Meena Muska
Seperation, you set fire in the heart & home of every lover.
Traditional Afghan Landay
The blue horizon of your eyes tricked me: a mirage or sanctuary?
I can’t decide.
But,
last night, the blue horizon of your eyes came to me in a dream,
Purple carnations brushed against my face, you were careful not to press too hard, just in case I awoke at the moment of your betrayal, which in time, became a gift:
Even though it filled me with sadness, now that our distance has multiplied across space & time,
I now know that beyond the blue horizon of your eyes the real sky reveals itself…