ربيعي

I NEED WARMTH THAT DOES NOT BETRAY MY SIDES

IT SHOWERS MY SOUL LIKE THE HAND OF JESUS

IT THROWS A CLOAK OF SECURITY OVER MY FEAR

IT PULLS MY COLDNESS FROM THE ROOTS OF MY FROST

IT TRICKS ME UNTIL I AM BEFORE IT

SO I CONTINUE TO DENY MY JOURNEY AND MY RETURN

I NEED IT.. THIS EVENING IS CLOUDY

WITH COLD.. CLOAKED IN THE GARMENT OF HUNGER

THIS EVENING ESTABLISHES IN ME RITUALS

OF FEVERED THOUGHTS IN MY TERROR

I NEED WARMTH IN MY FEATURES

IN MY FLESH AND MY DEFEATS AND MY GLORIES

IN MY FOOLISHNESS AND SIMPLICITY AND MY PRINCIPLES

AND WITH ALL MY DREAMS THAT.. WITH MY TEARS

ERASE THE CONFUSIONS OF THE BEGINNING ALTOGETHER

IT RECITES UPON MY ANXIETY A PRAYER OF MY HUMILITY

IT PULLS THE STORY OF THE FIRST FROM ITS ROOT

TO CRAFT A STORY THAT MY BRANCHES HAVE NOT TOLD

I NEED COMPLETE WARMTH THAT DOES NOT END

IT SWEEPS OVER ME FROM MY SOLITUDE TO MY GATHERINGS

IT COMES TO WHAT I HAVE NOT SAID IN PREPARATION

IT THROWS IT INTO MY SHOCKED TEXT

IT STEPS ON MY HEART LIKE A MONK'S DANCE..

A SUFI IN MY FORBIDDEN WORLD..

I NEED ONE WARMTH, NOTHING ELSE..

TO BE IN EVERY SEASON MY SPRING.