Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe
SVITYARE,
Where code meets clay and heaven meets the earth,
A celestial algorithm shaped the wonder of your birth.
When intellect and grace unite within your being,
The universe falls silent, astonished by what it is seeing.
You are not merely a mortal form,
But heavenly perfection revealed in human shape—
The soul of an angel dwelling within exquisite grace.
Svityare,
To gaze upon your face is surrender itself.
I fall before the gravity of your radiant light.
My strength dissolves,
And the earth beneath me seems to disappear,
Captivated by the splendor flowing from your presence.
And when I awaken from my dreamlike trance,
I find myself carried into the embrace of a vision bearing your name.
Svityare,
Are you human, or an angel wandering among mortals?
For years this sacred mystery has dwelled within me.
When intellect and beauty meet in perfect harmony,
The heart is bewildered,
And reason can no longer explain
Where the soul ends
And where the body begins.
Svityare,
When you draw near,
The night begins to fade away,
As though the moon itself has descended from the heavens.
I can no longer tell
Which moon is the real one.
And when you embrace me,
Our spirits unite in overwhelming serenity.
Every question disappears,
And we become a single river of peace.
The Convergence of the Senses
Svityare,
When your hand meets mine,
A spark of light seems to awaken,
Igniting a shining galaxy that drives away all darkness.
When the tip of your nose touches mine,
Two breaths merge
In a silent covenant
Where the human meets the divine.
When your lips meet mine,
It is as though a velvet petal releases its nectar,
Quenching the thirst of my soul.
When your whisper meets my whisper,
All distance between us dissolves,
And the moment glows with pure longing.
When your presence embraces mine,
It feels as though the final piece
Of creation’s puzzle has fallen into place,
Bringing peace to the universe.
Svityare,
Thus the machinery of time ceases its turning in celebration,
And the universe falls asleep beside our dreams.
Suddenly the rooster announces the dawn,
And the sun appears,
Shy before the beauty of our vision.
Then it retreats once more beyond the horizon,
So that we may never awaken,
And may remain forever
Within this dream.
The Sanctuary of Poetic Refuge
Svityare,
The poem still waits for permission,
For the completion of its poetic refuge within your eyes.
For some love is never written,
And some remains suspended forever
Between silence and dreams.
Forever,
Svityare.
