With the harmony of his whispers and her heart beats,
they composed a symphony
Combine the sun and the moon, add the twinkling stars
and let them swim in that explosion.
It is her beauty that forced music into the deaf’s ears,
and sun light into the blinded.
Her eyes have released his sealed lips,
and unlocked the tomb of his frail dreams.
She could hear the screams behind the silence of her charming monster.
She was his excess adrenaline rushing through his veins.
He walked so gracefully as his feet fractured the ground.
He was a cyclone and she was a spring breeze.
She was astonished by her unidentified charming monster,
as he was mesmerized by her velvet touch.
As beautiful as that endless dialogue about the contrast of black and white, they were.
© 2011 Alia Sultan