He,
is much like the moon.
Not belonging to me,
not belonging to anyone,
an ever-changing spirit,
I can never fully grasp,
that is He.

He,
is like the ocean's shifting tide.
Sometimes so close,
sometimes so far,
pulling me into his arms,
and drowning me in the depth of his soul,
that is He.

There is a cup of wine in this barren dessert
But this world prohibits me to take a sip
I am a thirsty man, it gives me pleasure
But in the state of oblivion, I have sinned.

One sip of wine is what draws the line
One sip of wine is what makes this world decide
whether I am a pious person, sliding down the shiny pearls
or a drunken lover, whirling in circles.

There is no name for the union of fire and water
They just create tales about the two poor lovers
And when they unite, evaporation is only witnessed
Instead of the state in which they both enter.

Such is the working of this wonderful Earth
Where seeing is believing, and believing creates Trust
Whatever is veiled, does not exists
Such is love, a long lost art
And this world is lacking artists.

This is why the world is curved;
So we cannot see too far down our path -
enabling us to discover our surroundings,
and enjoy it's flowers.

She is dark and her mind is a palace
She is dark and her knowledge will take her places
She is dark and her body is for herself first
She is dark and her voice is valid
She is dark and her thoughts will lead nations
She is dark and her just being is bravery
She is dark and her soul will keep dancing
She is dark and her dark has a purpose
She is dark and her dark is bright
She is dark and her dark is beautiful.