If you had walked on the sand
Waves of eyes sing this
Song
It howls red
A screaming into Love
You tell me everything, and I gave you
My Simurgh
I’m a wanderer King
I consult with my non-existent God
Stub your cigarette on my eye
I have too many to spare
Your soul has some ash on it
Brush it off
There is some employment to be had
Yellow footsteps follow the smoke
I saw like the buzzard
The snake that serenades you
Fall down the whaling willow
The spider in the night
I creep towards you
The webs of our entanglement.
Attune to the nightingale
Still darkness
Beyond the universe
And it wants to recreate itself.
© A.R. Minhas 2018
Well said