Today your beauty has another dimension. Today, another rose, a higher lift into the cypress.
The sun’s glowing castiron mold
grows wider than the universe.
No one knows where this commotion comes from, only that it is here.
Look in the eyes of the deer
as it pounces on the lion. There is a wide desert plain in those eyes
that is beyond the two worlds, a madness freer than anything anyone has felt.
A lover empties the ocean. Today is love. Tomorrow the friend.
A lover holds in himself or herself
tomorrows farther than any future.
Saladin is not here. It is no wonder.
A jealous king thinks he must keep changing every moment
the one in charge of his harem.
Adam A. Azim 