rumi’s ghazal 441
so skillfully mixed
with techno-pop beats
weaves a haunting, divine
and indescribably sweet spell
which washes over me.
visions of another age
slowly rise from the sands of time
and dance before my mind.
barely recalled, i crave
to witness my beloved’s face
through the veil, her words
etched upon this restless heart
yet surprisingly near
to all i hold dear
as her pale green eyes
pierce the distance
and lock deeply into mine.
