Page 5 - The Unseen Language of the Heart

THE

FIRST

@ s y a z w a n i 1 4 c a t s

I remember all those first times,

Still ringing merrily within the caves of memories,

Within millions of cells of forever cherished moments

In my mind.

And it’s in my conscious to remind all, as I always do,

How you were there for my every first times.

Keeping them all to tell stories to me in our later times.

For the first time, I finally met someone who shared everything

For the first time, I felt what people would describe.

When souls connect,

Like vines planting their roots and their whole being to a pillar.

When I thought I’d always be alone,

shredding pieces of me to others to feel belonged

But you enveloped me in warmth that scented of home.

Do you remember?

Many rains, storms, sunshines ago, remember?

My eyes were blinded then as if nothing of the world existed.

My voice failed to speak for me, I cradled my ruptured thoughts.

My hands couldn’t touch what others feel, growing unfeeling from

everything.

But sitting there, on the sharp tar ground,

With a book like a key leading me to interconnecting worlds, I felt

understood and finally seeing.

Night and day as they vanish yet not ever be one,

I pursue to learn and awed at the strange wonders about me,

Sometimes unobserved by the eyes of others,

Too little, too insignificant to swallow of their wonders.

Miracles as these are mine to see,

And my love for life will always be coloured

And brings me to serenity.