Between Lost and Found | A Poem by Aamna Mohsin

When the moon falls low
And the stars are set to glow
I see you above the sea
Of my drowning thoughts and glee

The stories of my pain
The stories of your grief
Melt into the story
Of our grave love and belief

You say something then you cry
Finding a place inside my eye
To bury and to hide
The solitude as you sigh

I wipe away your tears
With the skin of my chest
And strive to blow the light
I come stealing from the west

In the mist of our dreams
We find calm and things serene
The world can't breathe our love
Neither the grace in between.

So let us be the storm
Rupturing away the lull
And vacate this reality

Uncivil and dull.