If I were to be ever be here
I would see this

Your art,
That watched, as I saw

Slept like a bird
In your murmurs

It grew chaste
To only live

For that day
To see your charm

To watch you leap
But I saw

What I saw
And your heart crept

At me, and I
Was there

On the other side
Of the light.

Photograph Courtesy: Sharbeen Sarash © All Rights Reserved