A Response to Hafiz

A Response to Hafiz

Some Fill With Each Good Rain, by Hafiz

“There are different wells within your heart.

Some fill with each good rain,

Others are far too deep for that.

In one well

You have just a few precious cups of water,

That “love” is literally something of yourself,

It can grow as slow as a diamond

If it is lost.

Your love

Should never be offered to the mouth of a

Stranger,

Only to someone

Who has the valour and daring

To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife

Then weave them into a blanket

To protect you.

There are different wells within us.

Some fill with each good rain,

Others are far, far too deep

For that.”

It is late, I cannot sleep and the heart spirals in the dark silence, so I offer a response. 

The knife is sharp. 

The well deep, imperceptibly so. 

Few people have tasted of this precious love.

They are more likely to cut pieces from your own soul 

with a rusty blade 

and tangle the scraps into a tattered rag 

to protect themselves from a passing storm

Before discarding it

To chase butterflies in the sun.

We hope,

We long for,

We deserve

The warmth and the sweetness of one

Who can sat beside us and weave

Before the roaring fire of our shared devotion.