The hour of mourning
Comes frozen in cool amber
Your love is nowhere
But left a solemn letter
You gaze to the sky
With the eye of a leopard
Try and try you might
But you sink down the water
Of regret and repentance

Death is coming out of me
Every memory of pain and mourning

I’m bursting with light

Despite the dark I’ll come forth with
Roaring hope and fulfilled longing

if i make it through this winter
then i can learn to live alone
my tea grows cold while i hold it
talking to your ghost
hurt past the point of healing
comfortably numb, but always bleeding
i’d swallow my tongue to keep from speaking
living with your ghost

An unsolicited cry for help
The bodies of brothers stacked as fences.
To separate I from you.
In attempt to erase black from the color spectrum.
There are no grey colors here.
Grief painted in rainbows.
Our *** of gold is the silencing of church bells ringing.
A solicited cry for help.

When I cry my self
To sleep because of grief
Over Faisal
My beloved
I hear it raining
Hard
Allah is crying along with me
Over a life cute short

Ma salaam a habibi
As I hope that
Allah can believe you
More then mortal me
Or my mortal
Ma salaama habibi
I wished
That our love became
A reality

Good by my love
Fate is cruel

is grieving for a stranger unfair?
it feels wrong to follow suit to causal continuation  
the moon awaits
the stars await
god awaits
the reaper sows
no glory will be to those who live without fear
blessed be to the exalted
dawning to the new age

Scrying

Scrying through a broken glass
The time has come and it has past.
The illusion go of what could have been is what hurts the most

We need to let it go-that things could have been different
Scrying through a broken glass

Left with a shattered glass heart
The ripples dance on the waters reflection
The sisters of fate put us in different directions.

Scrying through a broken glass
The hurt still lies underneath
With the stains of time etched in our palms

You are someone else
I am still right here.