I Promise You

Often in the mornings I

Look up at the sky

Pouring topaz tears and hoping for fairer weather

You ripped my soul at the seams such

That it doesn’t sow back together

My eyes have grown accustomed to silent darkness with white candles lit

Left with only shadows and gleaming reflections off crystals where they sit

Oh life, she stained a radiant canvass of eternity to pass

The King’s canopied dome, of rainbow coloured glass

It’s from الله