- in the name of Allah -
If life were a pair of scissors, with reality its blade,
then long have I been ribbons.
Freely flowing, untethered to this worldly plane,
just holding on to what I'm given.
Read over again, words with meaning laden,
alas were they a bowl of soup.
That I might find your presence a spoonful haven,
ready to fill stomach & sadness too.
I'm a Fool, but yet pray your smile always stays,
undaunted by joys to come.
For though I might glimpse tomorrow's tune,
its melody is born in the good today we've done.