By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

Shall time restore the vanished warmth of our embrace,
And draw a wandering heart to love’s forsaken grace?

Or is it but a sword that glimmers in the night,
Carving paths of longing into wounds of endless blight?

How long I stood upon the edge of distant skies,
Awaiting dawn reborn where silent absence lies.

And whispered to the years: perhaps they shall be fair
To one who burned his soul upon love’s bleak despair.

Can fate unite what storms of cold estrangement tore,
When blazing winds have scarred the soul forevermore?

Or have the mirrors of desire been torn apart,
Beyond the healing craft of any watchful heart?

O ruthless time that taught our fragile souls to bleed,
Have mercy now upon a heart in trembling need.

Will you restore the vanished radiance of her eyes,
Or leave my sighs entombed where deepest silence lies?

How many hidden aches between our spirits sleep,
Like embers veiled beneath compassion’s ashes deep.

As though we dwell within the fist of passing days,
Between brief heights of hope and ruin’s shadowed maze.

If your promise yet is true, then let it lead me home,
With union—not the endless dark where failures roam.

And if we part, my dignity shall be my land,
I shall not bow my soul to longing’s harsh command.

I am the one who, when besieged by raging skies,
Stands firm as mountains crowned where endless power lies.

I walk with lightning burning fiercely in my sight,
Unbent before the weight of sorrow or of night.

If time should press upon my chest with crushing hand,
I shall expand my soul until it fills the land.

And to the fate that dares to stand before my way,
I say: I was born to claim the boundless vast array.

I never chose to live enchained in spirit’s cage,
Nor sell my soul for dust upon ambition’s stage.

And though her absence lingers long beyond my call,
My ancient vow of love shall never fade nor fall.

For souls remember well the path of those adored,
Though every road be sealed and every gate be barred.

O you who poured your smile upon the dying eve,
You gave my wounds a reason still to dare believe.

Will God unite the hearts that call through tearful prayer,
When truth itself dissolves in sorrow’s dark despair?

Or does this world obey a cruel, unyielding scheme,
That crushes mercy’s voice and silences the dream?

I shall await her return as drawn and silent string,
Prepared for that one moment flight and fate may bring.

And if we meet, the stolen years shall rise anew,
Like morning breaking forth with light forever true.

I learned that patience was the vessel of my soul,
That braved the drowning storms and bore me through the whole.

And if we part, my pride shall be the ship I steer,
Though suffocating grief may whisper in my ear.

My head shall bow to none except my Lord above,
And guard my tears from chains of unreturned love.

For tears that fail to guard the dignity they weep,
Become but streams where broken, helpless longings sleep.

O heart that never bent beneath the trials of night,
Stand tall against the crushing weight of endless fight.

Let there be union crowned with honor’s sacred flame,
Or solitude that shields the glory of my name.

I am exhausted from the questions left to roam,
Still seeking truth’s pure answer calling me back home.

Can time restore the shattered fragments of the soul,
When truth itself cries out from darkness without goal?

Or does it pass us by with cold, indifferent face,
While wounds grow deep beneath life’s slow and silent pace?

None fail who walk with certainty beside their flame,
And carve their path through fear, through sorrow, and through shame.

For time itself, when faced by one who will not bend,
Bestows the crown of victory upon the end.

And I, who forged from grief a glory carved in fire,
Shall leave eternal words no silence can expire.

If time itself should rise to tear our bond apart,
My will shall stand eternal guardian of the heart.

And on the winds I carved the oath my soul once swore:
That love shall not be lost, though all the heavens roar.

Either a life reborn within her radiant light,
Or death with dignity, unbroken in its right.