For Zakarya

For Zakarya, I am willing to drink the bitterness of hope, which kills me in sorrow that permeates my soul. Though it seeps into my taste as bitter as gall, I will drink it until I die powerless. For Zakarya, I am willing to walk far, even if I stumble and falter like an old beggar without a staff. But I will tread every path full of jagged stones. For Zakarya, I endure every wound that afflicts me, even if the depths of my heart are torn by unending hope. I embrace it all, though my body is weak and powerless. I hold every pain close to be my companion on this journey. For Zakarya, I inhale the pungent, torturous air, even if I must choke on the dust of suffocation in my chest. Still, I persist in the illusion of love that will lead me to the fragrant flowers of love in Heaven. For Zakarya, I traverse every valley of life, even if I must crawl between cliffs of bitterness. Amidst the gaping chasm of despair, I strive to climb the mountain of hope to the peak of love. For Zakarya, I grasp fragments of love's sand that cannot be unraveled, though it is difficult with sweat pouring down. But I hold it close in a heart ready to imprison its shadow, to make it love throughout my fleeting time. For Zakarya, I release all bright colors from my mind, push away the blue sky from my sleep, choosing the darkness of night to reach his bright heart, becoming his moon that absorbs his sun's light. For Zakarya, I visit every Poet to ask about him, about love that blooms like a flower in Spring, with a million poems etched on sacred white pages. Inscribed there, eternal until my time has ended. For Zakarya, I fly without a carpet or broom, passing through heart-freezing cold clouds, with roaring winds howling in my ears. Though shivering, I will journey until I arrive in his embrace. For Zakarya, I push away the consuming embers, melting them with overflowing tears of love and longing, flooding my heart until my lips tremble with emotion. My cry shouts his name, Zakarya! The desired youth I await at dawn and dusk. The figure I long for in a loving embrace, awaiting our love story together, in an embrace that unites us in a lawful bond.