Note: This article is originally published on MEDIUM
Between my world and yours, there is a silence,
Which is a quivering void without a bottom.
But beside that calmness, I hear your heart’s beat,
A drum that beats afar and wakes me from my sleep.
Like your name is carved in the air I breathe,
Each syllable a flint, each letter a torch.
It sets the night on fire that separates us,
And says, “You and I are as one.”
I send my longing to the division of infinity,
In the streams of invisible ones that fly in the nights.
It bears my worries, my fresh open wounds,
And returns with your love—still and nifty.
The distance hurts, the pulled-out space,
Yet your touch stays, thin as a plea.
In dreams, I feel you, like stars you are as real,
With your hands in my hair and your breath in the air.
This bridge we’ve raised, so thin yet so strong,
Thus, it is the sum of each vow that we vowed to be champions of them all.
It zooms into the far beyond of the pain and weeping that we have survived,
Not to mention, each unspoken word brings us closer and closer.
Let the world insist on their being an impossible dream,
But what they have not experienced is the power of the theme in your eyes.
I would walk through fire; I would challenge the God,
Your love unending, the one who brought me closer to power remains my principle.
Thus, join me, my dear, in the middle ground,
With spirits joined within their essence along with hearts in them being.
Though goodbye time brought dust to the stillness,
Nevertheless, our bridge will be the oldest.
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