The nine defeats the night
Bringing glory in golden sheaves
In flaming snowflakes of glory
Running awe in rivers of sapphires
Cascading in waterfalls of splendor!
A question on the tip of my tongue burns
with anticipation, parting lips exhaling
words I won’t dare ask, it turns
to a kiss, barely brushing my wants
on this barren dessert leaves me waiting
while you smile and quietly part-
September 20, 2019
“Drink in the moon as though you might die of thirst.”
― Sanober Khan
They came , cut down
The promise tree at dawn
But it grows many trees
Bearing jewels in sheaves
Shooting glory in greatness
Exploding greatness in glory!
See staffs of kings in diamonds
Behold the trees budding in glory
Blooming in blossoming flowers
Yielding almonds in untold beauty!