It's not always greener on the other side.. but wounds are not bad either. They can be rendered beautiful.

overwhelmed with peace or worn out by time's blows?

I want to walk away from your shade. What's wrong with the sun?

I've been prostrated to pray until the horn is blown. And I'm not patient.

Sing your blues, Aboul Zouz

from his rock that awaits him every morning with the waking cries of seagulls, he admires Man's persistence to elevate.. and he spits.

to what does the sea owe its nostalgic fragrance of salt and decaying time above its ether?

The days may be gone, but i still remember.

If it is Your wish to crush them, it is my command to follow.

Keep looking. You'll find us there.

Go ahead. My ears have long waited to hear the silence of your blow.

The old lady from Orphalese still blushes when the Prophet is called upon.

My fading self is but your written conquest.