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.
