The Last Ten

The last ten

Streams flow

’Tis the season

To be breezin’

With seawater from the eyes

The tides of Love flow

Beyond carnelian skies

Carats upon carats

A veil waterfalls

Light upon light

I love her with every fibre and essence of my being where her presence has never ended

This fire is lit up in every cell of my body, and all nerves of my consciousness extended

Into our brain coursing thought, settling into roots of the mind’s trees

The past is left behind by the new - an old conversation shed it’s leaves

Volcanoes erupt molten jewels, waves crash in the depth of my heart’s seas

Into breath flowing in - and out

Impassioned with the morning breeze

It’s from الله