Give me my dagger, beloved.
See the days pass where I
do not use it.
Inshallah
nights will follow where it remains
untouched,
guarding our door
while we dream.
Three Pomegranates Fell From Heaven
One for the story teller, one for the listener, and one for the whole world…
Give me my dagger, beloved.
See the days pass where I
do not use it.
Inshallah
nights will follow where it remains
untouched,
guarding our door
while we dream.
Wolves howl danger in my hear
Ringing clear, drawing near
For the pain and for the fear
I cannot stop.
To remain is to kindle fire
Burning flame, rise ever higher
Call me wretched, name me liar
I cannot stop.
Though panic strikes me fair
And I feign a lack of care
There is suddenly no air
I cannot stop.
Left to ponder and to pine
After dream, never mine
Cursing the slow pass of time
I cannot stop.
Now I roil and I ache
With a want of no good slake
Pray for me, for pity’s sake
I cannot stop.
Heart beating ever faster
In the wake of such disaster
Impulsive always of no master
I cannot stop.
Through my suffering and my keening
There leaves no other answer seeming
Without you there is no meaning
I cannot stop.