The moon haunts,
Reminding werewolf tales
Of broken hearts beyond repair
Guilty as charged
Trapped in dutiful knots
Selfish souls breathing in scars
Living Rumi’s sin
Of finding beyond nowhere
A field in their names to share.
Many star crossed lovers have believed in Rumi’s quote and hoped of being one with eachother beyond the world’s boundaries.
Many have lost hope, have given up, have parted with Rumi’s verse as a silent prayer of being together beyond right and wrong.
But hasn’t Rumi sinned by leaving hope in his verse? Or is there a beyond where we will be?
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, There is a field. I’ll meet you there. – Rumi