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.