A Veil

Who spurred this truest of my wants from all of human desire

Plunging at once from a desert to become the Angels highest flier

Folding his wings within till it was seen through a fourth dimensional frame

Till he became one colour and one substance with the most glorious flame

We only knew the light by them who in it would be burned

For only they could tell, who barely to tell ever returned

It’s from الله