بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

withoutness

without my Muse, i am a star without light, a desert absent shade, a cloud without rain, a sky without its night.

would that i sometimes knew how you feel in these passing days, what goes through your mind, so even if i could offer no advice, perhaps at least your burden might be lighter made. 

my Gift is not near, thus do i drown in wave upon wave of need, my ocean's nature becoming the weight, as i struggle to find air, struggle to breathe. 

and where else might this battle lead, if not somehow back to that Heaven, holding within it my Dream? 

shine, dear Muse, keep your thoughts not confined or obtuse, i am but the mirror yours, trying to reflect from within our truth.