An Ode To A Beloved
Dedicated to my dear Uncle Serwan Yamolky
©Lozan Yamolky January 26, 2019
I learned from my uncle
that silence is a language,
freedom can enslave you —body and soul,
can be a crowded and noisy place in your mind.
I learned that you can find unmatched beauty
to want and fall in love with
in brokenness and in pain.
The God that many of us fear and revere,
is a brilliant artist
and at times a prankster
with a good sense of humor.
I learned that nothing on earth smells sweeter
than the scent of a newborn baby
and nothing is more intoxicating
than a long-drawn-out passionate kiss
from a lover after a long time apart.
He told me that nothing can make you gloomier
than the memory of the voice
of a departed loved one;
that loved one that you wish
would walk through that door… just… one… more… time.