YekiM,
I don’t know how to convey you,
not entirely, anyway.
There’s some sort of restriction somehow.
It’s like an obscure brilliance.
Like your light is effervescent but incommunicable.
I see you in the daffodils in spring
-orange
In the morning.
In the blackened sky
In the moon-
so mellow.
You are the atmosphere
It’s relentless really.
Uncompromising but pliable.
Uncomplicated, indescribable-
Somehow unclearly transparent.
You are the sunbeams, the rays and the warmth.
Sometimes, you’re the desert and your fountain is dry.
Sometimes, you’re an ocean and the entire sea.
I drown in your tranquility.
It’s convoluted, really
in the simplest way.
It’s been perpetual and never ending.
I see you indiscriminately.
I miss your face.
Sometimes, I can’t remember, I repress.
You are orange daffodils
-m
mahani 