The Ache of Healing: 105 Sonnets of Love and Contemplations

By Christine Maalouf Abi Najm

In this compilation of sonnets, poet, singer and songwriter Christine Maalouf Abi Najm explores themes like love, romance, and the emotions that come with them; personality archetypes such as orphans and dreamers; places including hometown and nature; and contemplations on healing, trust, love, hate, life, and death.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Aug 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781543982671

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death!

I

Roses and prickles

Your eyes!

The last time my sight was free into space

Bounded by lure, invaded by fire

Your eyes were in control of the whole place:

Your forehead, your allure, your sharp attire.

Creatures around us turned into shadows,

In this invisible magnetic field

The yearning intensified, the time froze

You attacked me; I had let down my shield.

We drove in this lorry, I held your hand.

Transported in this mystic time machine,

I felt you were my love and my old friend,

It’s like you were my king and I’m your queen.

We told the story of our misery

We wept the teardrops of our history.

Euphoria!

Human yet spiritual like a waft

Tangible but yet unattainable

When the rigid spirit becomes so soft

And the fragmented wings inseparable.

From the moment my eyesight left your sight

From the instant my footsteps missed your space

The euphoria of seeing you was bright

You cannot wipe it from my wistful face

The soul is soaring like a fierce eagle

Yet like the clouds, purely white and peaceful

Wakening the bare shadows of people

From wretchedness, from being ungrateful

Love is the finest exhilaration

It’s the form of regal elevation.

Transparency!

The shallow seas and their transparency,

When they are free from plankton they’re pure blue.

Your approaches define apparency,

Profound in my heart, courageous and true!

You say that I have mystical powers,

You say I’m your first and ultimate dream.

I whiff them in our cocoon of flowers,

Words drift in the adoration mainstream.

From the point of time I pass through your door

You revive every memory we breathed

Recalling portraits dispersed on the floor

Your fond letters resurrect the deceased.

Goodness is the shrewdest form of being

Yet, it is a gloom that’s scarcely freeing.

Souls with wings!

The umbrella witnessed rare affection

Substances transmuted to living things

The rain, wind, the fireplace in each section

Taken by the nuptial of souls with wings.

The dance floor, the pool, the water, the streets

The bars, the tubs, and the diverse natures

All the tender words under the white sheets

Perceived the love of heavenly creatures.

When you do not fear vulnerability

When you turn cruel reticence to freedom

When you bond through the hearts’ fragility

You will scare the separation’s demon

Fused through emotion depth and observance

Molded into one, it’s named convergence.

Reality

The soulful conversations were ceaseless

The roads surfaced their eccentric power

The loquacious witness was left speechless

The envy in his temper became sour.

Here we are! The escapade was over

The car stopped; you handed me my luggage

A moment of truth, a harsh stopover

Heading to my door I became sluggish.

Reality, this sudden certainty,

Smashed my soul into pieces, shattered me

Transformed my present to uncertainty

I’ve wished, like a graceful dove, to be free.

Reality is a finalized choice,

An obligation and a blaring voice.

Tedious life!

Tedious life breathing for the moment

With God’s lenient wind on my shameful face

It carried gleaming tears for atonement

Of a righteous soul that fell far from grace.

My love’s wings are hovering far away

His whole life was made under compulsion

Making a living he couldn’t betray

For freedom it’s an act of repulsion.

Here I am caressing my main