Whenever I gaze at the candlelight
in a silent room late at midnight,
with its flickering flame float
Pure thoughts beyond the mind’s moat
and I sail to Eden in a seraphic boat
tied to the crimson pulse of the heart.

And in a fiery trance, my soul sways
like melting wax, dropping yesterdays  
when, as a boy, blessed with glee,
I roamed through fields, barefooted and free
to gaze with wonder at every tree
deserving of both homage and praise.

Never as a child of nature was I
taught to utter a single sigh,
shed tears at years bygone,
or shun bucolic beauty of the sun
that veins my heart.  The love undone
pours deeply into an azure sky.

By Istabraq Al Ahmadi