My Heart Cleft In Twain
What can I say of the one who cleft my heart in twain
This Love was sown by Venus without shame
As a palm seed growing whole
Well before departing the green and gold garden whence we came
Sprouting up within my soul
The spirit of compassion urges to repeat her star’s name
Glory of the morning
Sunshine sparkling in the wind
A leaping light from the heavens is this sacred flame
Engulfing the mosaic crystal tiles of destiny
Green for hope, Blue for joy, but my prayer and devotion
More than these colourations, it is the hot gold of sand
To the parched one in the desert it could be an ocean -
To the storm tossed at sea it is land…
It’s from الله
