Saturday, 5 January 2013

In Medina

Late one summer's afternoon
I fell asleep in Medina
in the mosque of the beloved
and as I slept, I dreamt 
I dreamt a terrible dream
that shook me to the core
It was so dark, it bore
a crater within.
I woke up in a cold sweat 
I didn't know where I was 
the prayer space was empty 
and I felt empty inside. 
I couldn't understand
the reason why  
I had been abandoned
and left there. Then a beam 
of gold light 
streamed in
I screamed in 
silence, to this day
I haven't shaken away 
that strange feeling
of abandonment.