she is the kind of girl
to stare up at the stars for too long
to let her feet
stray from their path
because her mind has sailed up
and away
into the galaxy
with
utter disregard
for gravity

the kind of girl to abandon her body
in order to expand her mind
to get a little lost
because she’s too busy
finding something new

the kind of girl to get lost anywhere
because the stars are not the only place
for the mind
to wander to

drawn to more than
celestial features

she is that kind of girl

COME, AYE COME!
Matloob Bokhari

Come, aye Come!
O the beauty of heaven!
Night in richly coloured dress is welcoming, come!
O the glory of stars!
Night stars like diamonds are welcoming, come!
O the ornament of moon!
In your absence, bright moon is welcoming,
Come!
O the queen of sky!
Scented air in night freshness is welcoming, come!
O the north polar star!
Moth orbiting round light has utterly consumed
Without form or body, is a part of beauty, come!
O the queen of light!
Carol of birds is playing melody sweet in tune.
My heart beating; cold callous gust started blowing.


Deep in darkness, I am all-alone, weak, weary and dreary
Night has rolled hours away; moist has dampened my heart.
Come, aye come!!
Come,Aye come!


Barbara Wühr Yes that's the influence -  Matloob-  "priest of the moon"... Your love poem is in the heart of those who can see and feel...

Some are perfect and some are destructive.
They can come and go or they can be eternal.
The few friends i rely on are most definitely everlasting.
Im lucky when i get to see them,
Because they never fail to put a smile on my face.
To accompany them time after time is what i eagerly desire.
Although, Time is becomming the blockade of our endearment.
They may be malicious sometimes but i know it's cause they love me
No matter what struggles im going through in life, i'll always know i can count on them to lift my spirits.
I love them like family and miss them like crazy.
Until we meet again.
XOXO