One who hides from the sun .
Rushes to the bullyrush where softly the wind weaves magic/reeds ìnto protesting spells of endeavor.
In the shadows of willoes
hang the serpents of time/chance waiting on deliverance .
Weathered/weavers form the ultimate slow living of a textiled existence .
Colours mix/matrix green of envy , poetically purple/pride , and somber blue/desperation of fireflies in the nights/flight .
Off/on , off/on , and . . .
No one can tell me of the taste of death . I wonder/wonder , sweet or sour .

Envelop me in your octopus arms
Tickle me with your tresses
And I'll worship you 'til my days are gone
And my sorrows undone

She listens
but does she care
the woman who's always there
a peeping Tom, interrupting as she wishes
like your drunk aunt at Christmas
unaware and incoherent
doing her best nonetheless

The sun is going down
Soon it will be another day
Living this life
To be a voice
Giving my heart
I have a choice
Afternoon shadows
         Reflection

Mirror images
Be proud
You don’t have to
Join the crowd
Shadows
Mirror yourself
Finding truth
Each day
Reaching for
Afternoon shadows

Birds nest way up high
Two of them
Fresh summer air
Crystal clear day
Watching for animals
Enjoying nature
         In the south
I can’t believe
How time goes by

No pain,
Sorrow,
Or illness,
How will you remember Allah?
5/3/2024

In the vase,
On the window sill,
Whispered to me.
I'm for love,
Smell me deeply,
And exhale the fragrance of my love,
To your loved ones,
With a beautiful smile.
5/3/2024

The pain I feel every day from losing you pales in comparison to the joy I felt the moment you were mine to lose.