Permanence

To write a letter and complain; I wish I had the soul

To find the right words for my pain -

I’m so distracted and crazed with its pangs

That I pick up my pen and paper….start to cry

… and then throw them down again

Wait! Let the incense ash, rest on the window sill - a little beyond longer

In loving memoire of the angels who knew who it was lit for, only stronger

The sun cried out again in my heart, yearning underneath clouded gloom

Seeing you repeatedly as the flower of dawn rose throughout the room

Oh الله please forgive us all,

We do not know you as we aught to