IMAGINATION

There it is, within my grasp,
more so a vivid vision of Love
In the eyes of a non-believer.
It was always here, always clear,
defying my blindness.

An outcry of joy is, oh, so near,
pounding tirelessly, about to burst,
as I embrace the stars in thirst:
I realize that shadows are but
the motherly cradle of the night.

And a flute draws unexpected songs
from the meanders of my soul.
I plunge into a deep imagination
as I ask myself how the world began
and whether this magic has to end.

© Jean-Pierre Barakat