I paused for a while to slow down
The strum of life in blues my first
The strings shrieked as the music
Played with my bleeding thumb
The tips of my fingers for the angle
The wings in your feet I could not see
What I saw was no one on the floor
The moans of the last breath mixed
Higher the pitch the treble in air
Under the moon I sang the beauty
My eyes saw you landing for another
Aye bring me hemlock my reality
My cup thou bringeth from heaven
Angel you were named by prophet
I am in the making of a new name
I cry out louder in my dreams
Nightmare to many that is my love
29/4/2009
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-is-my-love/
