Galaxies Take Heed
With a kiss of golden mist unlocking the spells bound by night to rest
Oh bearer whose fragrance lifts doves dancing from their nest
Stars are jealous from the glint of sunlight gleaming off autumn leaves
The exclusivity of your aroma on Earth, all of space bereaves
But the smoke of your incense manages to weave it’s way up the celestial stairs
Wherein the skies are filled with rows of Angels prostrating in pairs
Galaxies, take your time, wait, watch, and carefully hear
We still have much more to bless the marble sphere
It’s from الله
