O we were so young!
Or was it, I was so horribly young,
and you older, wiser,
capable to decipher our passions
into meaningful stratums?

Or was it, I was landing
from somewhere else,
another realm, a misfit
from the dearth of this world?

And you took me upon your
arms outstretched like wings,
over precipices we soared,
valleys and plains, diving into
the serenity of our inner sanctums,
you laying me upon your black
wings strong and enduring…

– Laila Wah
03/05/2021 copyright