Now, for this one, the blame is on me!
I should have used another fluffy toy to hug you at night
Just needed a physical object onto which I could pour my love
But, in hindsight, I think,
I should not have chosen an Ostrich for this!
Look now, who am I talking to!?
Of course, you will keep your head in the sand
No matter how much I try to make you understand
I waved at you first
Then I started to shout
Maybe I should have just kept quiet!
But it was not easy to remain silent
When I felt like a dragon shouting out my soul’s fire
Try it yourself if you like when it is your turn to burn alone
Though, who says you are not already on fire?
How on earth you could otherwise remain thus silent!?
Some people out there think you are depressed
Some have dared to say you are a troubled soul
I am the only one who knows they are wrong
I am the only one who hears the silent cry of your soul
You know what Sufis call people like you?
Lovers!
What others consider as a curse
Seen by the lovers as a gift from Divine
Sent on their way to cure their aching soul
So, you are a Lover, My Dear
But you are also the Beloved!
You are the Fluffy Ostrich, I hug to fall asleep
You are my Partner, in the crime of tightrope-walking
You are the Wizard of Oz
You are the Dorothy, trying to go back home
You are the Firefly
You are the Kid, behind the serious guy
You are the Moon, reflecting the light of the Sun
You are the Alice, wandering in the Nowhere Land
You are the Little Prince; you are his Rose!
You are the Rose Garden, of my burning soul
You are the Bleeding Soul, completing the cyclical cycles
You are the Wise Fool, starting to his new adventure
You are the Dark Night; you are the Sun Light
You are the one Hiding; but also the one Seeking
You are the Player, of a game that is never-ending
You are the Leyla; you are the Mecnun
You are the Love, poured out of Shams
You are the Message that Rumi shares
You are the Poet, of these poems
Hence you are the only one who can decode them
You are, My Dear, you are the Dream!
You are the Kite, after which you are running!
z.
Flight Mode / 18 Jan
On the way back from Istanbul to London
