This Moon Tinted Smile

Sometimes, I gaze at the creamy crescent with love for a few minutes straight

Amidst amazement, a few solemn notes, a bout of passion up late

The sky is clear thanks to catharsis

The pervading thought swimming in my mind is that maybe

Just maybe, at some point during this same time period

That I swoon

She may also, just so happen - to be looking at the Moon

Thus the rocky satellite is an intermediary for our gaze

Towards the beloved amidst a starry maze

For this reason alone I can be classified as indebted to the Lunar sphere

But more so the one, that made her to my heart near

Beyond what Bashir’s body could ever muster, in exchange as he bled

Her dimples dance, bringing the morning sun out of bed

With generous gifts of guile

Her teeth sparkle the cosmos

With a moon tinted smile

This versification of her heart’s mirror

Composed beyond seas

Carried across all seven

And more by the breeze

It’s from الله