To him who knows
Did you find me following the faint instinct of knowing,
Like the baby swallow finding its straying sibling?
Thousands of years in loneliness and desolation,
We were abandoned, but now we meet as if in reunion.
Could this be a declaration?
Is it a bless, a kin-like cuddling?
You see through the intricate camouflage,
That bitchy life has imposed upon every individual life.
You showed your transparent sincerity,
The skid marks of life’s sin called destiny.
I, too, become crystal, returning to the beginning.
You are the better half of my soul.
You listen, smile, understand,
Like no one else in the world.