Ghazal without you
The deer, the dying breath, the winter recall of the heart.
First ghazal without you, colossal freefall of the heart.
For a while the yowl of grief was silenced in the ice.
The poem writes itself, the bouncing ball of the heart.
I’ve lived so many loves, not all human I’ll admit.
I still look for flowers in every squall of the heart.
Through exhaustion, lost hope, open to surprise.
I learned no such thing as protocol of the heart.
O, mist of sadness, time that passed! What of new beginnings?
Lin invites you to her crowded exhibit hall of the heart.