a sailor is in love with the waves
and eventually like the waves
he becomes a hopeless lover.
a poet is in love with words
and eventually the net of words
traps him from meaning.
the sea is an infatuating spread
the jungle a passionate net
but the sea will not confess its secret
the jungle will not confess its secret
and the self becomes
a summit of mystery
all creation is a medium
to a recognition of the creator
yet how shall I write a poem of love
so that the medium
does not hide the purpose?
and eventually like the waves
he becomes a hopeless lover.
a poet is in love with words
and eventually the net of words
traps him from meaning.
the sea is an infatuating spread
the jungle a passionate net
but the sea will not confess its secret
the jungle will not confess its secret
and the self becomes
a summit of mystery
all creation is a medium
to a recognition of the creator
yet how shall I write a poem of love
so that the medium
does not hide the purpose?
by Zurinah Hassan
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