Rising of the sun,
Another evening had come and gone,
Fresh dew on my lawn.

Verdant crypts exhale,
dew beads fuse—serrate hymns sung
in hush-gilded tongues.

O’ sacred dew, whose essence veils the skies,
Within thee, worlds unseen in silence rise.
A single drop, and vast oceans unfold,
Thou art the charm that draws all hearts, untold.

O’ divine glance, where stars are born and die,
Thy gaze, a flame that paints the endless sky.
In thy reflection, blooms the garden’s grace,
Where spring’s pure whispers echo Heaven’s face.

O’ boundless generosity, thou art,
The fragrance of the soul, the breath of heart.
Thy love, a river flowing through the spheres,
A perfect sign, untouched by mortal fears.

O’ wondrous grace, thy gaze, my soul does crave,
A shadow in thy flame, a soul to save.
A cup, unfilled, yet waiting for thy trance,
In thy eternal light, I lose my stance.

A humble soul, enwreathed in Jamil's name,
I stand before thee, lost in love’s pure flame.

I’ll be waiting for you at dawn,
Where the night ends,
Where birds chirp in whisper
Like elves from fairylands.

I’ll wash my feet with cool dew
And I will be calmly awaiting,
Where pure thoughts are twisting with osiers
And creating dreams, fascinating.

I’ll be waiting for you at dawn.
Come some morning. I’m here,
Where dew is cool and all-pure
And our dreams are near.

an instant coffee poem scribbled
on the back of an iPhone, and mailed
to the motley crew hanging in these
environs

my request, your bequest
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never had an article of clothes
that required a hem to be tailored,
but you my daredevil darlings,
bring me now
you &  yours,
a hem of thy choicest choosing

that I may taste your dew,
this and thus
enlivened,
I will love you,
far more than forever,
beyond my overwhelming
incarcerated capacity
to absorb,
but to exist and seize
the dew of your souls,
each an adrenaline ephedrine
shot to our mutualized brain
~
our soul’s temporal abode

the meaning plain!

you too
will forever be
within
the unlimited scope of this script
on the universe of the internet,
far longer than any intimate moment
we could share ,

a sensory
beyond the physicall

I beg you
please!

9:19 am
Thurs Sept. 12
two thousand and twenty four