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Speak of an eternal thought, with which one cannot part
An engraving in my mind, etched delicately in my heart
Talk of an everlasting truth, a memory bright as day
A subconscious beacon of guidance, one that leads the way
A hope eliminating fear, a dream to keep on riding
An urge to continue forward, one in which I keep confiding
Simple a thought it may be, but nonetheless it is a thought
Of a time to come, when hope itself will not be sought
Not out of fear, or the lack of a will, but rather for how it will be
Hope will be there, itself in a form, one’s heart will then see!
deep in sleep
I put my forehead to the ground, eager to spend a moment with my Beloved
Not a bird chirps, nor can you hear the wind, silence takes over the universe
The perfect time for a conversation with my Beloved
It is time
I spill my soul to my Lord, the Most High,
The All-Hearing, The All-Knowing