In the landscape of faces,
yours is so familiar
I wonder: is it a meeting
of strangers?
Feelings crowd around,
vying for attention.
I watch from a distance,
each safely unnamed.
The colors of unshed
tears paint your face,
softly fading into the beauty
I see everywhere.
I’m jealous of all the
things you cannot speak,
that hold your attention,
so well guarded.
And then, I see the joy
belonging to souls who know
the love between them –
a secret everyone knows.
Amada Reza
February 13, 2011