To The Martyr
In my dreams, you walk backwards Into life A swimmer against the current of the galaxies. The flower uncurls from its withering, The olive casts its shadow once more On a field unravished, And the house still stands.
All that was torn to bits fragmented in your death Flows into seamless beauty, Again your mouth is whole, The bruises darken into space And light is reborn.
Oh, if I could but reach you Recover the steps, Enter into the map, Become one with the dream.
The dream has taken me hostage, And yet here I remain A candle without flame, A rhythm without a heart.
I wake To embrace the light, But endless space unwinds between us,
And I fear I might lose my place In the story.
Every distant wall bears The imprint of your hand, Every tombstone bears Your name Every battle cry Your voice
If I could but cross the line I can remain true to you only If my courage can run the distance Light the flame Consume the shadow And sink the burden of fear In the unfathomable Reaches of the unfulfilled.
There, somewhere In the silence beyond death All things become ------ Visions are distilled into truth And love relinquishes all boundaries.
By: Nabila Harb