A Needle In A Haystack

Months ago when you came to me
You were sad and lonely
Until we met and wove a tale
Of hope and created a love spell
In the midst of the sea’s open air
you whispered in my ear,
“I cannot wait until I can come to see you every night
When I wake, I’ll inch, to pull you tight.

You spoke of heartache of another in the past
How she used your generosity and broke your heart
In a weakened moment, I see you tried to make a peasant into a queen
But put that aside now, for wisdom is what you’ve gleaned

A needle in a haystack is what you say you’ve found in me
If love were a black eagle
Floating on the wind
Where the catacombs roam
It would swoop down and embrace
With want and desire for all that long
Distrust, hatred, pity and scowl
Would no longer suffice
Visions of honor and hope of future days
Become reality that no one can splice


~ by Abeni El-Amin on January 17, 2011.

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