The lovers at the night market

Følgende digt blev inspireret af en af mine veninder som er en virkelig smuk Iransk kvinde, og hun satte nogle tanker i gang og inspirerede mig til at skrive dette digt...nyd det

The lovers at the night market

I see you at the night market
Your fragrance enthrals my senses
I watch your steps
you walk with an unearthly grace
surrounded with mystery

When I loose track of you
my beloved
In the crowd of people
I loose my centre

In the moments you are with me
I feel like a drunkard
With illusions swirling around my head
Softly you whisper your name in my ear

And when I embrace you
I wake up
to another reality

Love is the antidote
to break
the veil of ignorance
which separates us from you
and ourselves