What Do I Know of Love ... Rumi

I talk of Love.

He says, “what do you know of Love.”

It’s insanity,It’s Pain.

How it cuts through your soul.

How it burns.

What do I know of Love?

Explosions,

in my heart,

Then, silence.

Tears.

I have seen a glimpse of love,

And have witnessed it’s insanity.

Why do I cry? Oh God, Why…?

He speaks of your Love.

But the love of your creation alone,

has driven me,

to madness.

What do I know, of your Love?

There it goes,

Taxiing down the runway.

And here, I stand,

with my pieces all around me.

My drunken heart,

my numb senses.

What are these at my feet?

Shattered glass?

I must try to put them back together,

From where should I start?

Where should I start?

The lonely bench,

in the morning fog.

The weeping flowers.

My wailing heart.

Why do they all cry?

Why?

Do they also know,

of love?