Abdul bin Amir

A thousand blessings on you

Abdul bin Amir

As you walked those camels

In the desert, of a fear

To hunt the echoes in the winds

‘Cross the chasms of words unsaid

And at the last chance bazaar

Where hearts cost less, than parvé bread

A thousand blessings on you

Abdul bin Amir

As you fed the horses

In the winter, of the year

To walk the caravan’s passing blues

At the rendez-vous of fools

Where all the glittering gold

Is made by other, earthly tools

A thousand blessings on you

Abdul bin Amir

As you count each letter

That you never sent

To tell the King of the ships

In the harbour fair

Bringing words from all the lands

With cargo of the lightest tare

A thousand blessings on you

Abdul bin Amir

As you kept to the business

That was to leave,…alone

And in the silence of your words

You watched and weighted

For the slightest sign

Yet breath for you, ‘twas not fated

A thousand blessings on you

Abdul bin Amir

As the ghosts of friendship

Flowed fast o’er the weir

And as the surgeon in his leather smock

Cuts your body for all to see

To show them

Exactly as, ‘twas meant to be

A thousand blessings on you

Abdul bin Amir

As the ring of fire surrounds

Your earthly form

And the chatter at the market stalls

Catches truth in plastic bags

To wrap a carp each day

And warm the china, of the paper walls

A thousand blessings on you

Abdul bin Amir

As the pixel promise joins the dots

Of a hope, oh so queer

And the flutter-by butterfly closes

Its iridescent wings

And checks its tongues before

Once more, may choose to sing

A thousand blessings on you

Abdul bin Amir

And thank you for always

Having been, right here.

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