I know you cannot feel me

because I am not to be felt

neither are you to be touched,
held nor tasted.

We live in different worlds
although we see them
as same

in our dreams
we believe that the other is sleeping.

But I know
that one who is in love
unquestionably never rests;

toils in labors of mind
drives feeling to exhaustion
works day and night
wrestles doubt.

The body of my beloved
is purely transparent
a world without corners
reality without ends

to pen her is waste of ink
to seek prolongs wait.

If we should meet
the choice may be never
for the time is now.

Distance is a dull knife
trying to part hair
no matter how great.

while love is the blade
that shudders even the skin of
eternity.

Your beauty is that
which wakes God

without touch.

20110421/ Thurs/  Denver

by Ji Rising/ Blogasana.com