The moon fell in the desert’s lap

Its dark dunes birthed a brilliant white

His face burned bright black from love’s flames

The longing of the depth of night

A blackness pure, so dazzling

Its shadow is the morning light

The sun squints at his face, blinking

Straining so hard to catch his sight

His dark face so intense and bright

He had to shroud himself in white

Like clouds veiling the Heaven’s gleams

That makes them both hidden and seen

Like scents upon the morning breeze

The echo of a midnight dream

The dazzling dark flows through his veins

Like ink pregnant with poetry

And fills his eyes and skin with verses

Teeming with love’s mysteries

How do you see us from your seat

Beneath the shade of Heaven’s Tree?

The baobabs must look like lightning

Flashing from the earth and falling

Skies must seem a fickle frailty

Whirling ‘round your finger’s ring

The shadow of the shade of God

Leaping from your pure heartstrings

Floods the dry and dusty lands

Sweeping the old bones along

Dancing in the secret rapture

Of the silence of your song