poem: Layla and Majnoon

 

All is fair in the moon’s white shadow.

While the wheel of the cart still runs

The neighbour’s boy has been tinged with madness 

 his fingertips aflame, he wanders 

The dust forms her name in his mouth

The lizards think that love is insane

The sand dunes say:  No two loves are the same

All is fair in the moon’s white shadow.

While the wheel of the cart still runs 

She’s gone far far away

Pins gold clasps in her hair as if to say

Ill wait for your voice, and no one is to blame

But my babies need milk and mothers are to stay

I cannot go looking for you, but the barley forms your name.