A Thousand Years of Turmoil

For what feels to be a thousand years of turmoil with it’s lashes

I have been weathered day and night by a blizzard of hot ashes

If anyone in this town does not know the art and religion of loving

Let them reread this poem and emerge a learned lover

She is sculpture together with sail and oar moving the ships at sea to start

The wind that soars my chariot over waves; love is ruled by art

It’s from الله