You, my lover of leaving, moonchild, woman of rainbow,
it doesn’t matter, like a window, closed can be opened.
Moon sickle waxing, rain showers, sound of your footfalls;
the wind in the morning through mousseline of curtains.
You, my lover of landings, sunlady, woman of mornings.
it doesn’t matter, those partings, if you come yet again.
More Poems by Rumi
Linked a Rumi inspired micropoetry for Kerry at toads. Will link to poetry pantry tomorrow as well.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is just so beautif
Sorry, it posted itself. This poem is just so beautiful, Bjorn. Gorgeous.
This is absolutely stunning, Bjorn! 💜 I love “the wind in the morning through mousseline of curtains.” 😊
Beautiful piece Bjorn.
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What an excellent opening. Also the part about the curtains.
The rainbow reference makes me think this could be about a parent trying to reconcile with a gay child — one with whom there had been a rift.
A lovely poem Bjorn.
Beautiful. Lovely poem.
sunlady, moonchild… what a mood you create with the endearments!
Sweet and short!
How we love constancy we creatures of habit, enabling us to plan, to know there is a future.
A captivating poem
Ah, yes, and hopefully she will come again and again and again….EVERY morning!
You caught the spirit of Rumi…
I love this piece, Bjorn. Every word is a poetic choice and the whole resonates with art, emotion and the skill of penmanship not often seen.
Yes, the basis of hope, the faith that you will come again, return.
I love the idea of the coming and going being like a window that can close and open.
Blind faith and even blinder hope….I love it!
This is filled with beautiful imagery and meaning. Gorgeous writing!
Luv your Rumi nuance Bjorn. Happy you dropped by my Sunday Standard today
much love…
This is so lovely Bjorn – I love it to death.
Anna :o]
“It doesn’t matter” can be such a powerful mantra, especially when directed toward the force (or people) that would undo us.
Beautiful…the hope of return keeps the heart alive
A powerful poem of faith and love!
That was an excellent reading, for me.
Dreamy, intense and beautiful!
kaykuala
it doesn’t matter, those partings,
if you come yet again.
Giving way a little does a lot of good!
Hank
Perfectly in keeping with Rumi’s words. You also taught me a new word, mousseline.
Love the language and the peace and the faith that the person who leaves will also come back.
You echoed Rumi’s writing style beautifully.
There can be relationships like this— you capture a lot of the dazzle with your descriptions. Thanks. K.
I love Rumi, and love how you wrote something so sweet based on his poem. You express what true loving is.
kaykuala
You, my lover of landings, sunlady, woman of mornings.
it doesn’t matter, those partings, if you come yet again.
All is not lost. She’s destined to be back!
Hank
This is so lovely!