بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

I suppose it's nice to be somewhere in between:

the heavens and the earth

the skies and the seas

the wind and its breeze

pushing or pulled

sewn close or apart at the seams

juxta- all the -positions

while unknowns comprise one's destiny

sometimes happiness is the shade

on a hot summer's day

sometimes sadness is the rain

on a chilly winter's night

sometimes weather altogether absent

as feeling loses flavor, becoming merely templess

no tragedies = a gift, no elations = a caution, 

hand in hand walk these twins

hopefully fearing while fearlessly not needing hope as often

my Rabb, my respite, while soundless this desert, 

perhaps scorching the heat, my senses left senseless

as the moment consumes 

and walking forward

the only end, of a journey sometimes endless