The Blow of Separation

At the turning point of prolonged waiting,
your encounter seemed—
in the sudden upheaval of my thoughts,
to compel the unveiling of love's portrait.

Your restlessness pervades this being—
beyond relative worldly happiness;
the entirety of your contemplation—
enchanted by the abundance of wounds in my heart.

Where departure is inevitable—
the sensation of joy uncertain,
the search for fulfillment unseemly,
immersed in spiritual embrace
the blow of separation exiled.