The mist and the mountain

My hungry heart feeds
on the mist and the mountains
of your smiles.

The fire and the flame
continually moans through its throat.
Though the world may not hear the secrets
love opens the insides with her songs.

i wonder where you lie hidden.
i look into the longingness
i look into its mornings
i look into every secret path
And everywhere, i find the rising fragrance of your sweet presences.

There are a thousand million things i want to talk to you.
This pen and paper and you
makes these pages wet with tears
Mine, are murmurs of a lover
while you, the one who can't hear it.