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this place beyond my thought, for i am there
my mind's own journey at sweet transition
most beautiful creatures, best of creation
where meadows of gardens spread ev'rywhere

harmonious feelings' overwhelmin' air
these scents of flowers, that sweet smell of love
like a canopy formed by lovely doves
that calmly breeze that caresses my hair

tho these things i mention are not as real
nothin' there could be described as above
for all that i could possibly think of
would never ever come to what i'd feel

if just one fraction, if i could reveal
of this wonderful place, there where i heal
*

..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 29/02/1439

'a (pentameter / freestyle rhyme scheme) Sonnet'

thy leaves now fall in such beautiful ways
leavin' a bed of browns, yellows 'n' reds
right where i sat underneath thy shade
protection 'n' comfort ye always gave
calmin' 'n' soothin', when at thee i gazed

thee my definition of life itself
'ave witnessed all, but in silence ye dwell
thy wisdom at pace, ye remain thy place
but 'ave ye not bowed for The Glorious Grace
so earth ye'll protect with thy carin' beds

for this cycle of life, thy sacrifice
is metaphorically just as fine
if only we could talk 'n' able to
understand the realities of our truths

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 26/02/1439

'a (pentameter / freestyle rhyme scheme) Sonnet'

would ye know, would ye really understand
when meanin' itself shall reveal itself
should ye sow, what ye are sowin' right now
or maybe just grow those things ye do like

fears ye be fearin', but truth ye deny
years that'll pass by, experience ye'll say
in those ways ye move, ready to fly

there seems no problem to identify
within those things ye are livin' to know
'n' when ye think no-one is lookin', still
ye keep findin' things to deceive thy own

for there's no struggle in thy days of life
be those very things, thy own disaster
in those things ye keep walkin' after
*

..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 25/02/1439

'a (pentameter / freestyle rhyme scheme) Sonnet'
These bars on the window, they keep me in
Though they are not quite what you would expect
They're not strong or thick, but flimsy and thin.
Instead of iron, they're made of plastic

Although they do stop me physically
It is not in the conventional sense
Of "lock her up and throw away the key"
More like the subtle warning of a fence

They shun the thing that is fueling my fire
Leaving me in darkness, too familiar
The heaviness keeps at bay my desire
To leap into unknown, the barely blur

They trap me not like the bird in a cage
Rather, they stifle, like the soul in rage
My students have been writing sonnets as we study Romeo & Juliet and I felt inspired at 10pm to write this when I should have been reading for my book club meeting tomorrow. Oh well! The line about the barely blur is a reference to a song by the band Why? off of their new album Moh Lean.
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