بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Once upon an Eid gone by...

In every sunrise, there's always little streaks of Red that hide

behind the glare of light, or above the clouds formerly of night,

Now, just the day shines, no darkness there to drown or drive,

just the pull of Tomorrow's flight, finding nested alongside dreams 

one's Beacons bright.

The uncertainties of where today leads, of what I may or may not find

pale in comparison, 

to what makes Tomorrow beam, so full of that which words could never describe.

To be worthy enough and know again those souls that reached mine,

echoing resonance as hearts one and same, from our beginning and

beyond the end of time.