Invisible Kisses

INVISIBLE KISSES
written by Lemn Sissay

If there was ever one
Whom when you were sleeping
Would wipe your tears
When in dreams you were weeping;
Who would offer you time
When others demand;
Whose love lay more infinite
Than grains of sand.

If there was ever one
To whom you could cry;
Who would gather each tear
And blow it dry;
Who would offer help
On the mountains of time;
Who would stop to let each sunset
Soothe the jaded mind.

If there was ever one
To whom when you run
Will push back the clouds
So you are bathed in sun;
Who would open arms
If you would fall;
Who would show you everything
If you lost it all.

If there was ever one
Who when you achieve
Was there before the dream
And even then believed;
Who would clear the air
When it’s full of loss;
Who would count love
Before the cost.

If there was ever one
Who when you are cold
Will summon warm air
For your hands to hold;
Who would make peace
In pouring pain,
Make laughter fall
In falling rain.

If there was ever one
Who can offer you this and more;
Who in keyless rooms
Can open doors;
Who in open doors
Can see open fields
And in open fields
See harvests yield.

Then see only my face
In reflection of these tides
Through the clear water
Beyond the river side.
All I can send is love
In all that this is
A poem and a necklace
Of invisible kisses.


34 thoughts on “Invisible Kisses

  1. Lemn , you are love . That’s how I see you in my mind when I think of love and before I even finished reading your poem , I knew how it was going to end . Love is everywhere and thanks for grabbing some of it from the air and sharing it with us . I am amazed at how you are within yourself ,being able to feel and touch every bit of what life offers …. bless you dear

  2. I love the poem during our reading group yesterday the facilitator mention your name and I went on line and got your poem and I am making a valentine card for my husband and using this poem.

  3. Dear Lemn
    thank you so much. I was a tearful passenger in a car on sunday when i heard you on the radio speaking beautifully and choosing songs. You said dont hug your bruises. Stay in the present. Dont look down theres too far to fall. youre so right.This is the first poem of yours I have ever read and it made me feel weepy in a good way. Thank you for all your love and your deep understanding of what it means to find your way through the shards of the past and into a brighter smoother reality. You’ve really helped so much and I want to thank you and send you a big hug. And I want to go and knit a novel now x

  4. Dear Lemm,

    I love your poem invisible kisses. My friend is reading it for her daughter on her wedding day. I would like to buy the book as a wedding present and wonder which book it is in. Then the next step would be to get you to sign it when I get to see you perform on March 12 in Morecambe. Hope that might work. Many thanks

  5. My daughter read this at her cousin’s wedding. I had never heard it though I have heard of you and admire and respect yu greatly. It is a beautiful love poem. It is so even. It is each to the other. It is about giving and being there and letting each of you be the best you can be. Its about hope . Its what love is at its best and I hope that at some time we all get to feel it and to be it.

  6. I have often identified myself as number 18, as my father parented 19 children. He died when I was an infant leaving my mum to rear a lot of children. I remember our being desperately poor and my mum doing what she could do to keep us going. Looking back now, I am 73, I feel pain for a mom that literally sacrificed to keep us together. I wish she were here so I could read her your poem. She was my necklace of invisible kisses. Thank you .

  7. I am planning to read this poem at my mother’s funeral on Monday. It says everything I could possibly want to say about her but never could find such beauty in words to express my feelings. Thank you Lemn. Thank you.

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  9. Can anybody tell me about this poem such as:
    1 what is the topic of this poem
    2, what is the main idea of this poem
    3,who is the intended audience ?
    4, what is the authors pourpose? Provide evidence
    5 what is the tone of this poem? Provide evidence
    6, how does the title relate to the topic of this poem?
    7, provide tow example of figurative language and explain what iit means.
    Thanks!!! Lemn sissay

  10. “Invisible kisses”
    What a topical title​? I wish the world could be ruled by these feelings. But at last, we cherish the hypocrisy that we see all around us by our so called “civilities” of our modern world.
    Just discovered Lemn and I admire his courage to stand up to all the CORRECTNESS of establishments as opposed to the need to understand the individual being!

  11. Hello, Lemn
    First of I’d love to let you know, As an Ethiopian I’m proud that I was created in a time where I’m blessed by your work and presence I am a big fan, your poetry is inspiring and most of all touching, I am an aspiring writer and it would mean a lot to get a few tips from you, sincerely
    Kb

  12. Our son read your poem at his friend’s wedding last Saturday, but the sound system in the refurbished Monastery sent the sound up into the roof & we couldn’t hear the poem properly. I have just found it online & what a beautiful poem it is for a wedding. Love it, & we can see now why they chose it. XX

  13. I can be a right old soppy get since I’ve become a Dad. Its all good.
    The Start podcast is where I started this weeks emotional journey.
    https://www.theguardian.com/books/audio/2018/mar/01/lemn-sissay-on-the-radical-poem-born-of-heartbreak-the-start-podcast
    Which led me to this poem. And then back to your Desert Island Discs. Its been a roller-coaster ride!
    Hope you don’t mind me asking, as I’ve been wondering: Why does laughter fall, and not rise against the falling rain?
    Thanks for getting to the heart of it, and being true

    • “Laughter falls” cause I like it that way. Good question though. I think of laughter falling as a good thing. Like a tumble of laughter. I guess.

      • Laughter falls from a parent to a child if you think about the height difference! That bit makes me think about me and my son who is 12. Poor love often has my laughter falling on him!

  14. I just heard your story on The Moth and I’m looking forward to reading your poetry. I hope you will read your poetry in Philadelphia someday! Thank you for giving us your poetry and truth.

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