The Familial

She took my heart by the capital of it’s roam

Threatened safety and took me away from home

It’s no good deed to indulge in the tales of Alexander or Darius

The story of my heart’s Cleopatra is far more precarious

Reality is imaginative and creative in ways the mind could never think of

Al-Ahmar don’t ever ask me to recite - else true verses of faith and love

Love it is that makes the lion rest in its familial lair—

It is a desolation that assigns us our sacred roles

Often the smell of amethyst lavender floating in thin air

Whose kind ways delight the entirety of our souls

It is a sea of wonders, charms so strange and oh so rare

Often a moon on her mystical journey, so dark and oh so fair

Under the noise of sacred silence does live our being as one

With the presence of one another under the magnificent glorious sun

Makhfi