My Own Heart To Tame

Hurry hurry now Bashir, remember some philosophers walk

Past the pearled palisades of speech and all talk

Slapping drums of repentance

With God as our mender

Kissing the full moon

In all of her creamy splendour

We’ve sparked the golden powder of Heaven aflame

With no flint nor match but my own heart to tame

It’s from الله