Sabr

I woke up this morning with a broken heart

Maybe this is God’s way of inducing art

When family and loved ones part

What of my souls cart?

Will it ever be returned?

Safe to say I have learned

But I’ve been badly burned

What use is this Poetry

That can never transmute pain totally

I hold little faith in any of it’s magic

To do so would render the soul tragic

Your existence gives forth description in my chest

Beauty, beyond the capacity of any passionate prose

Inside me what was placed for you eons ago arose

A peak steeper than Everest

Emotional waves heavy as the Ocean

What is all of this commotion?

Let’s drink love’s pure potion

God gave me something to drink in my sleep

Not knowing if it’s something I will get to keep

Perhaps the sparkling seeds sowed of something I reap

I need a sign that is more than a projectional peep

But that’s not for me to decide, time is your treat

It’s from الله

City of Pearls