At the centre of creation I sit in solitude, trapped by celestial forces. For ages your moving waters have been my mind’s only comfort as I try to lose my my grip on reality while living amongst the stars. My family.
I drop my gaze from the infinite and see your waters enfold your planet. Your waters give humans life, and long have I craved to have just a sip from your pools of happiness. Looking at you is enough. Your beauty, on some days, is so transparent that I see the sand that lies beneath you and witness your very essence give life to those who live inside you. In the mornings, when we meet on the horizon, the reflection of your beauty blinds me and shortly after that, your iridescent waters put me under a spell.
I have tried to reach you, call out to you and love you so many times. Often we try to part from our celestial masters and meet; my warm hands reaching out to you across the vast expanse of space. Then, part of you comes to the sky, as mist, reaching out to me. And once again, we are reminded we cannot be together and our rage spans the sky. We can no longer see each other and I hear you sing in sonorous tones as your world bares witness to the intensity of our longing.
For a time I try to part from you and focus my gaze elsewhere, and part of your world turns cold. I see you weeping in grey waters and expressing your pain in waves and swells. But, when I try to warm you again, some of you evaporates and turns to nothing, and I am once again reminded that my love destroys you, despite my kind intentions.
A loving hand for us would surely mean the end for both of us. Our love is a gift and a torment, a cruel jape to remind me that I am alone. So I must now say goodnight, because sometimes, even love is not enough.
By: Leilah Bhyat
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