When The Morning Sun caresses Poem by Mohammad Younus

When the morning sun caresses,
The top of of the snow-capped...
... blue mountains,
And the long night packs up,
For courting the light of the moon,
On the next day again;
And the morning singing birds,
Send forth their sweet songs,
To re-echo between my heart and soul;
And the ringdove sings and dances,
In his passion for his hiding mate,
Cooing to her love and her union,
And the waves of the singing breeze,
Pass over me, kissing all my organs...
... my heart's ear and eye,
I hear melodies sounding from my within,
The singer hidden in groves, invisible and...
... unseen,
There and then...
...I squat to hear the melodies divine,
With heart's ear, and with full gaze,
I let my eyes fix on the radiant light,
My head, heart, and soul light up with divine light,
Then I see my beloved's face and nothing else,
And from his mouth, I hear his sweet voice,
Until the creation envies my ecstasies,
And I proceed on my way...
...to meet my beloved at the long awaited hour.

Mykoul