the faceless

For eons, I've searched

for your face.

Every taste of your trace,

is like life and death

in the same breath.

So long, I've listened

for your voice,

till tongue and ear 'come one.

If night and day

were man and woman,

it would be your song

that compels their feet into dance,

and sets the motion of the stars.

If a rose had hands

in the place of thorns,

it would uproot itself

at a (mere) hint of your glance.

If the sun could see

it would become your moon

and lay at your feet,

begging for just one glimpse.

If non-existence

could become existence,

then "I love you"

could mean "I love me" too...