In City of Grey Mists and Unfulfilled Desires

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A shade of forgotten dreams,
an hour
before sunlight hits the stream
here the water is emerald
darker in the shadows and restrained
in light,
I want to withdraw agony
and give it voice
witness stories unfurl from painted lips.

To the fury of gentle yet audacious heart
darkness is a love letter silvered
with legend,
its shimmering sentences like frost
at dawn
like the lost days of January,
my words catch fire only when I write
of you
when in a moment of weakness I drown
into your skin,
fear no more than a blank canvass
extinguished.

When the last rays of the raspberry sun
melt into grey
that’s when the cardinals begin to pair up
and sing,
sometimes I watch them for a while
as the blood runs cold through my veins
and I remind myself
you are now a breath dissolving into decaying city.

Darkness is longing
darkness is standing beneath a fragile sky knowing
you can never be mine
and when the moon arises right before soft lullaby
banishes the storm,
I shall surrender myself to the night. 

 

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Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United 

24 thoughts on “In City of Grey Mists and Unfulfilled Desires

  1. Sumana Roy says:

    Oh Sanaa, this is such a deeply felt poem! From the very first line to the last. Beautiful image of “the raspberry sun / melt into grey” says everything. “I want to withdraw agony / and give it voice” Love the grit every word exudes.

  2. Susan says:

    I see now the dark is yearning itself. Thank you for linking the emerald stream, the silver love letter and the raspberry sun–each of which darkness magnifies. Seeing through your eyes is amazing.

  3. gillena says:

    As per usual your images are stunning. But what i love most is this call to voice the words.
    “I want to withdraw agony
    and give it voice
    witness stories unfurl from painted lips.”

    I would luv to hear this poem read aloud by the poet

    Much💟love

  4. Marja says:

    Absolutely beautiful I especially love “before soft lullaby banishes the storm” and “its shimmering sentences like frost at dawn” I have known the darkness of longing so I could very much resonate with this

  5. Rall says:

    Apart from being inspirational for poetry, unattainable dark longing is futile and destructive… a dark force only fully realised when one finally emerges into the light.

  6. Old Egg says:

    How beautifully you wrote this Sanaa. I was especially touched by the words “you can never be mine”. Love is such a rich field to harvet ones poetry isn’t it?

  7. Kim M. Russell says:

    Yours is a romantic darkness full of unrequited love, Sanaa. I love the lines:
    ‘To the fury of gentle yet audacious heart
    darkness is a love letter silvered
    with legend,
    its shimmering sentences like frost
    at dawn
    like the lost days of January’
    and
    ‘Darkness is longing
    darkness is standing beneath a fragile sky knowing
    you can never be mine’.

    • Sanaa says:

      Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad the words resonated with you! ❤️

      (she’s resurfacing from the depths and healing) 🌹

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