The Flower: heart of my love
The Scent of your heart’s flower, MY LOVE
Is such that its Fragrance reaches me
Through the endless paths of life.
Alas, the only string that binds,
Is the BINDING STRING OF TIME.
When will the paths come to an end, if not today?
Why need I weep
When I am always with you, my love?
Realms of dreams and gentle hearts,
My mind a secret paradise.
The Rose is naught compared to Thy modesty
Far more delicate are Thee in the distance
When Thou doeth pass
The Rose too lowers her gaze
Lest upon Thee a blemish form
I, be the humble rose before Thee, Blessed Angel.
Thou art as though the summer sun
Which greets the day whilst burning bright
Thy presence commands the birds to sing
As thou smile away the night.
Stars do fade before Thy glory
Before Thy light the moon too draws her veil
For none is as fair as Thee.
The Sun: host of my love
The Burning Candle of your presence, my love
Is such that its light reaches me
Through the army of hours
That forms a bridge to join us.
Do you rest upon the sun, my love?
The illumination of your love lights my life,
Rising with the sun by day,
Holding me safe in every way.
Entering my soul,
With the gentle veil of nightfall
Your soft embrace is the warmth
Riding upon the rays of your host.
Come home to my waiting soul,
Kind soul mate.
Seated upon the rays of my calling heart.
All Poems by: Zarqua Jamil