By Dustin Pickering
(With due apologies to Amir Khusrau and Omar Khayyam)
I left the tavern empty cup in hand
seeking my only love in the land.
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I follow behind the earthly caravan
as eyes from the Beloved blissfully command.
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My bare feet draw solace from the sand.
What love was left is now forever damned.
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The moonlight scolds my gaze to reprimand.
I quietly fill my belly with wine from Your hands.
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Once drunk I understood love’s immortal bands.
A song filled my heart, both true and grand.
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Dustin Pickering is the founder of Transcendent Zero Press and editor-in-chief of Harbinger Asylum. He has authored several poetry collections, a short story collection, and a novella. He is a Pushcart nominee and was a finalist in Adelaide Literary Journal’s short story contest in 2018. He is a former contributor to Huffington Post.
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