A Devotion Till I Die

Have you figured out Lions and Tigers, how to tame?

Of what “success” would Bashir rave without shame?

Having esteemed honour in corrupted markets with golden gain

Maybe pristine crystal clear caviar found on a plane?

Or champagne flutes foaming near the alps on a train

All is suffering

But that gift once given by our Lord

A sweet whisper from her lips

-of my name

The Sun is making faces at me over the horizon

Heaven’s first grace risen, elixir, and healing potion

With periodic monsoons and hurricanes raging over the open

I tell you the morning breeze is more powerful than the Ocean

This love burns and still grows heated in the heart, of a mortal man

With pain plus silence mixed and then interwoven

My spirit calls from the cliffs of destiny to her soul “Here I am!”

In a muddy clay heart, handcrafted by devotion

She Is