A Thousand and One

Somewhere in time's tangled flight, we are frozen: Shaking hands as I connected with his eyes and Exuberance performed its debut.

Somewhere amidst galaxies, a spark is still Igniting a thousand and one May afternoons.

A thousand and one sunrises delivered only An awareness of him; where he ate and slept. Life was merely a momentary distraction.

A thousand and one evenings I cried in shame: He was forbidden, never knowing of my love. Nevertheless, his soul sang natural harmony to mine.

A thousand and one dirt roads consumed the energy of unspent dreams; My journeys made him indistinguishable from the sky.

A thousand and one did not become A thousand and two . . .

Our eyes never locked again.

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Sometimes, the heavens display a thousand and one stars.