Amidst vaulted ceilings and perfect gardens and warm showers and holy hermits' caves,
After a grueling, dusty journey through the desert,
I imbibe peace and solitude, wishing only for you to share this lovely aloneness.
“All the times that I've cried
Keeping all the things I knew inside,
And it's hard,
But it's harder to ignore it.”
I recall a tortured life,
Searching for truth, love, and comfort
From false idols and dead ideas.
“Morning has broken
Like the first morning...”
You are the bright blessed morning
That has blinded me to all else,
As Allah before Bedouins
Who knew only grey, graven statues.
“If you want to sing out, sing out.
And if you want to be free, be free...”
Here without you I want
To seek you and dance together in circles,
Like innocent hippy children
Brimming with sun and life.
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