The Sweetness

We search for the sweetness in between the

thorns of romance,

Where hope grows like moss, and with the

rhythm we dance

to a beat we do not know, a song we

do not recognize,

Till our hearts stop beating, and tears

fall from our eyes.

We search for the sweetness in the dark

without a light,

Yet still expect it to appear, as clear,

and as bright

as the many days we waste away, staring

at the skies,

Hoping for the clouds to fall and wash

away the lies.

But we never search for the sweetness where

it waits untouched,

A place that exists and thrives, deep

In our hearts

where we only dream of fairy tales, and

wish for love,

But not notice the little hole wherein
sweetness curls                                                                                                                                                

For sweetness does not only exist in the

Kiss of lover,

It waits in acts of kindness, in friendships

That last forever

even when the seas are rough, and life

isn’t kind,

when you only have a line of thread, but a

mountain to climb. 

If only I could capture this sweetness in a bottle,

And not let go,

Then pour it into my writing, sit back, and watch

it unfold

Into a painting, a picture far too beautiful

to behold

of a place with silver moonlight and

rivers of gold.

But until I find a way I will continue to write

and explore

The rivers and valleys that I have gone

through before

as a small child with eyes that could only

see smiles,

Whenever his poems and stories went on

change lives.

One day I will find the sweetness, by fate

or by chance,

and sing it to the world, but ‘till then

I’ll dance

to a beat I do not know, a song I

do not recognize,

Till my heart stops beating, and tears

fall from my eyes.

by Arsyad Azrai

Inspired by ZeFrank's The Sweetness