a hundred hues
of gold and grey
a hundred reasons
to stay away
only one - to seek a new way
-to live
oh to live
to live to live to live
Ya Allah,
the holy month
is passing by ever so fast,
this fleeting peace
never seems to last
unless you cultivate it
Ya Allah
in between fasting
and praying and yearning
and saying
things to You
in between working and wandering
reflecting and pondering
in between visits
to your house
on the edge of regents park
the elders are calling me
the sirens are wailing
the outlaws are scaling
walls.
in between
love and hate
the never-ending wait
and a fate-
willfully abandoned
In between it all
umbra sumus
