Love.

Far at the seams of the horizon

where the sky dips down to kiss the earth

their union so clear yet so obscure

both coalesced, merged

sewn neatly together as one

yet separated

each sustaining its identity

their love such, that once

men feared to cross their union

feared it was the end of both

the earth and the sky

what they knew not was

love doth not build, no boundaries

love doth not know, no ends

it goes on and on

like the never ending junction of the sky

with the earth

and after every ardent kiss they share

the throngs of passion they build

weaving the veil of darkness, overnight

when spent, contended

the sky calls up the sun

to spill some light

and bathe the earth with beauty

the photons cling to her mane of green

and the silk of her blue

the sky glows, proud of her

and falls in love

yet once again

♣

And when men stride down

the face of the earth

smearing blood over her lush

mane of green

staining her smooth silken blue

strewing the stretch of her dignity

with undignified flesh

they call upon themselves the wrath

the curse of the sky, her lover

the sky summons the storm

to wash off all the filth

preserving the purity of his love

and once again

to sooth the wounded, bleeding earth

sun, the heart of the sky

pours down its love

and lulls her back to peace

free from the grime, the intruders

their union sparkles, clearly interlaced

after the storm resides.

©2012. Habiba Danyal