Majnun
At noon
Laid down by her grave
And carved verses of virgin love
As nazira
She had already descended
Into the ruins of his lonesome soul
To find silence
In assorted songs, years later, in secret
It was his turn
In madness and hope
To pass by the walls
And find in the desert
The simple name he knew
Dark as night, dark as the sunset
When he let that name bathe in the sand
Repeating “I am yours”
Before the sun came back
As a song
In time
November 15, 2018
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2018
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