- in the name of Allah -


early morning

close my eyes against the sun,
a sea of Red, tides the shores of sight
where things both gone and unmet
converge into Now;
just another trip of mine
along this river Time.

fallen leaves from Autumn's trees
crunch beneath the feet,
laying wreath of faded life
for future's growth of Spring and seeds.

Just as so, my past becomes
a fertile soil,
waiting to be planted
by trouble, with hope, in toil.

visions of forests lush, of -greens more rich than ever-,
this life a 'how' made in trust, of that which grows together.