mystically delicate...

“What if it’s the there and not the here that I long for? The wander and not the wait, the magic in the lost feet stumbling down the faraway street and the way the moon never hangs quite the same.”

“(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)”

And softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

“خذني، ليرتاح النداء من الصدى”

“Did you think I was ever so blind as to say that you, of all people, had conquered egotism? It is only that you ride it so magnificently that one doesn’t care if it’s egotism or altruism - it’s your uncautiousness I envy; not your selflessness.”