You’ll
never understand this poem
Even
though every line of it
Is
written only for you
As
darkness puts all the colors to sleep
I
stand in my colorless balcony
Cut
a paper queen out of moon
Spin
white thread from moonlight
Dye
it deep red
With
my own blood
To
weave a colorful dress
For
the poor night
My
blood runs through every constellation
This
galaxy has my heart at its center
I
call out your name to invoke mine
I
can spell your name countless times
Anywhere
on the night sky
The
roughness of the mountains
Bear
likeness to my pain
I
climb them all
And
find myself alone
The
cries of my longing echoes everywhere
I
paint a lonely picture of myself
As
someone who reflects on life
At
the edge of the death
I
can craft a flying vehicle out of clouds
I
can fashion a city out of desert
I
can make animals talk in two languages
I
can color the whole sky red forever
It’s
not magic
It’s
not illusion
It’s
all about belief
But
you won’t understand
I
can only make one see
But
one has to see with no eyes
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