Separation Sears The Soul
Even a blind person may escape the horrid ditch
Where a seeing person escaping with clever speech
Manages to stumble
Love, that poor human condition upon our souls which
Sears the spirit with it’s infinite light
Stirring the chest to torridly tumble
Roaring ever so loudly with a quiet bang
Even in it’s murmur and in it’s near silent mumble
A few parched years so wasted
Then I thirstily drank it all up
Haven’t you tearily tasted
That wine never found in a cup?
I untangled then tamed this once wild heart of mine
Just for God and you
Not moving for any other love, no matter the heights
Whether or not they be true
It’s from الله
