/sometimes/
all of real life
feels like fiction
tears at the janazah prayers
searing pain, lasting affliction,
a lingering embrace
a lingering embrace
in a holy place
in the house of the Lord
your reward
resides in jannah, with Him
your reward
resides in jannah, with Him
the children's laughter, echoes
in a room full of broken hearts
the end the end the end
the boys in white
will grow up too fast
tears fall,
i stall
in prayer
tongue tied
we're tied, to dunya
until the day we die
and death will come to us all
how long will you stall, sy?
all of real life
feels like fiction
the wisteria
birdsong, the towering pylons
the underpass
the lonesome paths
maybe I should ask
something of you
but what
all of real life
feels like fiction
bob geldof, nick mason
a crowd of strangers
I wear patience
like a cloak
I close my eyes and
I float
towards the light......
but then
clinking glasses and adult laughter
bring me back to a world
not mine
the boys in white will grow up to fast
the reeds blow in gold, the water
reflections waver
all these places, I savour
the freedom
the millstone fell on the rat in 1703
300 years ago, it's hard to believe
the wishing wheel
swallowed up our wishes
and left us bereft
the rest
(who knows if they came true)
all of real life
feels like fiction
that ethereal night
the view from the top of the building
there at a gathering,
was it a cult, was I at fault,
for not arriving
I lost my card
too busy striving
to make it some where
all of real life
feels like fiction
following that old canal
that old canal
talking to the nuns from belarus
talking to stanley francis
about history
in a secret garden
all of real life
feels like fiction
the chandelier at africa house
the mouse
meow caught
/////it got away
it got away
all of real life
feels like fiction
