Blindness & Solitude
Beauty is the Garden
scent of roses, murmuring water
flowing gently . . .
Can words describe the indescribable?
One day you will see me sprawled in the tavern
my turban pawned, my prayer rug stained with wine.
Intoxicated with the teasing kiss of my beloved
I see his curls dancing on the palm of my hand.
Rested, he is tempting me to stay awake
and feast with him till dawn.
How blessed I am that this charmer
entices my spirit away from this world.