I know an abyss is between you and me seas and oceans billow the overlooking moon is untouched like it was before.
I know drifting off onto a moonlight polished pillow is not everyone's lucky go. But not that never once or more did a star one or two among the zillions across your lunar brow peeped in my dream sweetening my nap.
But I know no sleep never can made me forgot my only moon-dew firefly glows tuberoses shine by my windows!
Rose in a dew I thought I caught a glimpse of you.
Zooming in I thought I can get closer. Only to eye on upon a river amid myriad over looking stars.
A drop spans out to be a sea neither did it tarry. I thought I would give up that big is not for me.
But yet a scene never washed away is intact unblurred beneath the million waves of the sea. I thought the moon will give up! It can never touch but always returns over the sea can't forget a scene. So is me once that I chanced to see.
While drinking tea by the sea, I travel forever when I close my eyes, and become the soft waves of memory, whiteness becomes the pearls of reverie, I will return as I have always done, I forget the dew falling from this heart of mine, and heal.
The evening star at the sunset of Ramadan. Mistake it not for a stellar maybe an embroidery fell down from the broidery in paradise! What crosses in your mind, dear fondly you look back at this nick of time?
The twilight ambles down with moonflowers on the hands is about to wrap up one more blessed day of Ramadan. What have you come up with then for the fasting person on your hand? What a broad array you stole the last show of the day!
Singing nightingales keeps musing deeps down the rose in low light. The first light shines out amidst the dawn chorus. What does it miss out the nightingales disappears in broad daylight.
Have you too leave the scene with the rose dews only to pour it off the honeyed petals into the fasting person's glass? So cool it tastes a sip of water at the Iftar!
