Her

Her eyes,
they smile upon me,
they give me courage,
when there is none,
she makes me believe,
that there is one..

Her hair,
it flows like the Ganges,
blessing the pilgrims,
of her beauty,
Me, just a bedouin,
riding my camel in the dark…

Her touch,
It must be like home,
something about it, never leaves,
wherever I may breathe,
If gods could dine with mortals,
a concierge she would be..

Her brows,
they nest the mystery,
of a thousand converging rivers,
into the eternal mother’s bosom,
nourishing my thirsty mind..

Her words,
they pierce the veil of darkness,
No yesterdays can go past,
They ring past all echoes of tumult,
welcoming me to a shore,
after a thousand years adrift,
in an ocean of my own design..

Her smile,
it conceals a wound so deep,
if time would heal it,
it would have to wait,
in the valleys of fear below,
Nobody knows where our pain goes,
but i am sure she can overcome..

Her song,
its the voice of flow,
where all directions unite,
not a shade of sorrow in sight,
A perfect union of the natural notes,
blended into ones in between..

Her love,
it might fill my void,
every drop in the ocean,
every blade of grass,
in my heart shaped mind,
embrace her name…