Frequencies

1.
Sound

I met you as laughter,
tinkling like wind chimes on the porch of your secret home,
I met you as a song, as a siren, as sin, sheer skin
under the cobalt blue sheets of the skies,
I met you as loneliness, as blissfulness, as wistfulness, wilderness,
often lost in the cradle of a breeze or the eye of a storm
and over time I kept on meeting you in some strange shape or a curious form,
as sadness, madness, as a lifelong protest, as a bed of unrest,
I met you as confession, as brazenness, as timidity, as stupidity,
I met you as words wet with an emotion I didn’t recognize,
I met you as brutal truth and as painful lies
and the last breath a beloved takes before she dies,
I met you in every conceivably possible facet of love and its fall and rise.

2.
Echoes

You met me as a distant smile,
the kind you can touch from the proximity of a mile,
you met me as a half lover, a hallucination, as a hazy blueprint
as I looked for you in the blind alleys of a giddy labyrinth,
visible, invisible in the thick fog of circumstance,
you met me as ambiguity, complexity, obscurity, opacity,
always in another city, forever absorbed in the nitty gritty,
you met me as doubt, forgetfulness, as a tight knot, an an afterthought,
you met me as a fading letter, as a passing season, as an avalanche, as the color blanche,
you met me as anticipation, as disappointment, as tomorrow, as the next year,
never as yesterday, nor today or right now in my atmosphere

3.
Symphony

So meet me in the moment that embraces the next one,
meet me like the dawn that melts into the sun,
meet me as the kiss of life all anew begun,
meet me like the whiff of a promise, like the taste of hope, like the sound of a prayer true,
as every fiber of you would meet every strand of mine on cue
and color me with your meeting with the touch of your essence,
paint me in the pigment of your palpable presence,
meet me as the nature of fire which I am, which you are,
plan nothing, simply meet me at a spontaneous hour,
meet me with gentleness and with all your power,
meet me in every disguise there is,
like tears sparkling as jewels in my iris,
meet me as relief, as reward or a remedy from this abyss,
simply meet me like Sufi drunkenness and its quiet catharsis.