A Mystical Poem
You come close,
I cannot see you;
I almost think
I hear your voice.
I do not know
how to know you,
as though you live
beyond my choice.
There is little I can do
but wait through the day
and hope that you return,
the far near one.
When do I hope
to be rescued,
on the brink of
despair and joy.
I fall so low
I may fall through
this silent sieve
without a sound.
There is little I can do
but wait through the day
and hope that you return,
the far near one.
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Note from the artist:
Sad Lady in the Train. 9 in x 12 in Sennelier watercolor pigment on watercolor paper. I did this one inside the train and the woman never bothered to look at me painting her. She was so sad and she also had her Metroface! Again, I paint what I see, not what is there. Thank you for taking the time to review my work. - Moh’d Bilbeisi
Or the bus…or on the corner…
And here I wonder if we all have a “far, near one…”…I know I do…and the woman is always on the train…