Inside A Tear

I perchanced Mother earth may perhaps remember me

Was I right? Alas, she took me back oh so tenderly

Re-arranging her dark skirts and cute colourful shirts

Organizing her cotton pockets full of shells and seeds

I slept as never before, an emerald on the banks of a whistler river

Nothing between me and the white fire of stars except my own thoughts

Floating light as butterflies among the branches of wise trees whisper

The entire night I heard tiny kingdoms breathing in and around me

The bugs and the birds who do their tasks in the pitchness of dark

All night I rose and fell, as if in deep water with little room

Sparing a few breaths, grappling with translucent doom

By morning I had dissolved at least a thousand times

Into something far better

It’s from الله