The Praised One

that gentle breeze of yours. inherited by rain. delights chests like petrichor. but mother earth did steal your warmth. and mocked our dawns. now dreams, desire, of absolute confession. you came crashing like a wave. that ashored our ink invisible lashes. to soulace. pure as silk, though you never wore it. only purity, or a yemeni fabric on occasion. for the other. beauty is your share of the universe. weave fallen… to full flight. diesfigured to kunfigure. with the smile on your hijazi, desert simplicity. i desert i. you are the Praised. in the veils and curls of Permanence… saws.

January 21, 2012


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