-in the name of Allah-




Dreamed 1.10.06



out of ethereal clay did i fashion you in my dreams, bit by bit, piece by piece, you gave meaning to the realm unseen. now, as ironic fate grips me at last, it may be the only time i've ever seen you. profundity and purpose escape these infrequent writings of mine, words of whom are scribbled reincarnations of memory. neither of us knows the path that lies ahead, but in the untrod is a hope unseen and a prayer unsaid- so it is that we trod our futures, unhindered by grainy wisps of yesteryear. think not of forgetting, though impossible- i'd never imagine it. we could gripe against life and that 'perfect' train now thought derailed, but don't forget that we are still alive with an eternity yet to be sailed.