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THE BEWITCHING HOUR- A Poem by Shahid Abbas


Shahid Abbas

Deep in the dark of night

lying awake

your image burned into my imagination

eyes closed as dreams of you descend like warmth deep in the cold of winter

as the bewitching hour approaches thoughts flash back to our first meeting

when universes collided that fateful day

recalling the mysteriousness of it all

I smile

then hearing a whisper

urging me to write a poem

honoring the great gift of generosity given to me

a gratuitous offering made by the heavens

let a million twinkling stars bear witness to our joy

our gratitude to a kind universe

As sunlight rises over the horizon

thoughts turn to love's enigmatic nature

suddenly I experience a compelling urge to dance

with my back to the wind

serenade clouds

hiding smiling angels

listening closely hearing their joyful sound

harmonizing the last note of your name

then I pray my urgent prayer that angels sing my name to you

sweet melodious music lifting you to the mountain top

where I impatiently wait your coming

my beating heart speaks only to your eyes

your love is my buoy

let my name be yours

I am the poet who lives in you

and you

my love

the constant inspiration alive in me..

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