Sunset

Each day I stare at the sunset
Upon the horizon of her skin
Extinguishing the light of this world
While struggling to find my hearth
A dove seeking a lost nest
Within her benevolent darkness
And when I find her love:
Sedentary peace of Eden's Paradise
And when I embrace her arms:
Majestic wings wafting above the slavery high
I am prepared to undress to shed
The unholy garment of worldly light
I am prepared to wear the silken garment
Woven by her most black fingers
Fingers that caress me to nobly wear
This Silken garment of Heavens
To stand in deep humility and devotion
To face the Face Who knows no east no west
And in my trembling hour of judgement
It was her love
It was the melancholy of her loss
That put out the unholy light
(Of this wasted life))
To show me the darkening sunset of her skin
And then, I saw with eyes closed
A mirror fashioned from Truth
To face my Self as 'I am'
And to face the Face Who knows no east no west [1]
And her Silken garment
Woven by her most black fingers
Cloaks my shame and crookedness
Bestows upon me the righteous beauty
Necessary to face that Face!




[1] Face is Koranic term for all around us in time and space coined as 'the Face of Allah', Koran Chapter A;-Baqara, (The Cow) [2:115]



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