Hishuk-ish Tsawalk

A brighter and more glorious spirit reigns

Livelier currents cascade through pulsing veins

Exploring the inner recesses of the mourning heart

This is a love born from before the start

Basking in truth, the essence of God’s art

When the stars adoringly adorn the sky with silk dresses

Where the side of her nape begins gently kissing her tresses

Hyacinthine perfume emanates - zephyrs zenith caresses

Within six feet, underneath the moon’s crescent

Bashir’s hand sometimes shakes in your presence

Mostly from combined light and luminescence

A finger here tiks and another there toks

Love’s volcano bursts while electric passion shocks

Diffusing the compounded pain of ancient clocks

It lies patiently waiting, and then when invited

Knocks

Flowing through finger tips the way of held sand

Timeless love fails to be imprisoned by time’s hand

Beyond the veil of flesh and bone

Hear 639, it’s miracle tone

Your hearts seat?-How many bosoms hold within them your throne

Wherein are found joys to foul vulgars unknown

Through shadowy glade, many a meandering hill

Where all but Mother Earth’s eloquence is still

A Tigress on the edge of the city sniffs and chuffs

She’s plenty familiar with both the downs and the ups

What Irony

Here lies Solomon and his court, with the nine of cups

Light the candles, bring out the music, let’s burn some sage

There’s more I would like to write, but a tear has dropped on the page

Why and where did all this come about? just how?

Maybe I should use my hands for something else now

It’s from الله