| CYPRESS
MOON
An immature lover
fell in love
with a Beauty of
a singular stance
Whose unique straight
limbed perfection drew
the lover out of
the beholder's glance.
but she pulled out
her mirror and busied herself
by seeking to adorn
her face
The lover, trying
to win her busy hand,
pulled out his
handkerchief and proffered it.
"Foolish lover"
she replied
"letting your imagination
run with you."
"For know, that
it is in my nature
to increase my
beauty if its my image you love"
And lest you think
me vain and proud
Know that MY love
is also perfection.
For I can only
love that which YOU love,
so I will love
my image if its what you seek"
"If the bright image
you see is what you love
you will never
know of what I hide.
For though your
longing waxes day by day
My brightness does
wane night by night."
"But those who would
sail the sea of love
seek not just my
beauty but my hidden strength
for they have learnt
that the cypress mast
can hold up to
the strongest sail.
The mast of my soul
adorned with your labor's sail
will be pushed
by the Spirit across the Sea.
Yet you offer me
a tiny hand kerchief
What imagination,
to think that we can be!
What use have I
for your piece of cloth
save to use as
another veil?
For with this veil
I see within your 'giving'
lies nothing but
a desire to posses
"Let me veil her
up, and make her mine
Let me show her
then as I desire."
But true Love brings
to light my hidden face.
Thus I see my image,
and know myself."
So the lover left,
having learnt of himself
that true union
lies in the reflections
when beauty shows
strength, and strength adorns beauty
Knowledge begets
knowing and Love shows love
- Faiz Ziaf
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