Heaven Her Chariot

Killing hopes and dreams more difficult than proving ancient lore

My eyes catch something that anvil’s it’s chest to the floor

That reminds me of her, flinging open anahata’s door

Even when she wasn’t physically in my midst

In joyous children of the morning playing in parks

In the winded fragrance of cherry blossoms mist

Historic and modern artifacts, a plethora of arts

In clear blue skies and all food that is blissed

Now a cavity is cratered where the heart used to be

When I was hospitalized she

With someone else

Said she loved me

Nothing changed except my own situation

The same one that said those sensations

Bereaved I

Of not just her

But family

When were the tales tallest, then or now

Such the times soul felt

…Stabbed by the brow

Step by step

Down to the earth where those feet tread I lowly bend my neck

And with my eyelashes sweep the dusted ground’s treasured mess

Making the celestial earth a whirling water wheel

And heavens a chariot for her nonetheless

It’s from الله