The sun, the sun, the fields ablaze with light,
Whilst soft darkness abound in human hearts.
Helios above, begged, with ’verted sight,
Clothe your hearts,
Those ashamèd darker parts.

Wide awake, the moon:
The moon, down below,
Reads the scrolls of the scribes and pharisees,
Hypocrites!
‘Can words flow and hands forgo?’
Fast asleep in sin, when sins flow in seas.

Absence of the clouds lets the sun all in,
And what may frail men do in its presence?
We let the blood, so algae may begin,
To flood sea with air in clouded absence.

Tendrils mount the legs o’ stone, while man aloof
Crawling, nay, striving for majestic proof.

Shuweikh,
February, 2023.