The Place
There’s a
place
in the
mountain tops,
where I
want to linger,
spending
the rest of my days
in hours of
sweet scented slumber;
living off
the rich and bounteous earth
that savors
a multitude of dark secrets of life;
waiting for
that final and fleeting moment in time,
when the
birds will sing forever and brooks will run along;
and deer
would flock around to join in the beauty of life’s sojourn;
when the
caller cometh to take me away to wallow in that Garden so green.
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 2007
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