suitcase salik

on the road again

turban tied, sword on his side

smiling, in the presence of The Friend

 

in his heart, where love resides

sing canaries, odes of yearning cries

desperate, restless 

lullabies

 

O this fire

burns the bones like forest flames

leaves one crawling, on his elbows

just for a sip, a simple taste

 

of sweet

tear jerking bliss

everlasting, serene

truth so bold and clear

 

he's been searching so so long

stumbled, fumbled, lost it all it seemed

only to see

The One behind the veil

 

was it a dream?

is he awake?

what even is sleep?

what is real or fake?

 

where is that infatuation

we all try to drown in?

that endless sea

without a shore

 

who is that One, that will never turn away

despite our faults

our shortcomings

countless 

 

let's take a pen

and try to write down all the times

that we've been blessed

but we'll need all the ink from the starless nights

 

in fact, even more

 

you dont think he's tried before?

to love without limits?

falling head over heels

looking into those light hazelnut eyes

 

trying to find

 

but he didnt find

 

not with them

 

all those fading faces

constant motion

never still, and there

to remain

 

except He

He Who does not sleep or leave

He Who made and formed us

protects and supports us

 

sends signs to teach and exhort us

He is The One

for Whom we've swayed and fell in utter awe

and are returing home to

 

on this road again