It’s so hard
(To tie up the end of the feeling
to the end of the thought)
to pull this coarse thread
through the middle of your heart
(bound to the stone of oblivion)
so hard to sew the light of one
(among the atoms in your flesh)
into the texture of a life
(yet nowhere to be found)
illuminating skies of night.
So hard to live this life of love.
©Daniela Marin,2018 (Parentheses)