yearning, plus one
around, behind,
in front of,
far, near,
open,
dear, very dear.
when the night murders
its dreams,
and the carcasses lay
strewn about;
when reason rages
hard against
a dying passion;
when eyes sleep
and thoughts float
about recklessly -
when one realm
merges seamlessly
into another,
i talk to You, my love -
a heart softened
by your grace,
a furtive, secret call,
a conversation
carried,
unseen, unheard by everyone
but You.
everyday, with every single
passing cloud, hills and trees,
raspy breath, wide eyes beset with tears,
trembling hands, or smiling cheeks -
through
every single one of these,
i think,
think of you.
the face i yearn for,
the tryst i so desire,
the love i long for.
how i miss You -
my love, all over again.
you never left me
once, nor
waged against me,
my heedlessness;
instead you pulled me
close to You,
lead me to
peace, happiness
and beauty;
a heart reborn.
how i wish You
would be
my step and grasp
and touch,
my hearing and
my sight -
all of these, my Rabb, my God, my Allah;
and more,
before the day
i return to You.