Letter in December

Oh, God,

The blackness of the firmament swallowed by

The bright stars.

The milky moon sways through a silky, ethereal cloud.

Poetical its luminous light, melodious in the way it moves

A celestial magic beheld only by the wakeful eyes.

In loneliness, I've watched you

From the balcony of my heart each night.

Have you ever felt my eyes glimpsing you?

Never mind if you haven't,

For my affection towards you still can't be told.

Once a gust of wind blew, unfurling its curtains where I was concealed behind

Then we exchanged glances,

My eyes' windows, wishing to remain wakeful,

To absorb your sunny strands

To let them cast through the crystal walls of my heart.

It is my hearth!

With its warmth, I have no fears of winter nights.

Not the gale, stealthy coming to knock upon my heart's gate.

Or invade it with its frosty breath.

For I know you are the sun of mine,

My hearth— my warmth source

So I've been watching you,

And I am watching you now.

And I will watch you,

Forever from the balcony of my heart.

Baran the Rain