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.
I follow behind the earthly caravan
as eyes from the Beloved blissfully command.
My bare feet draw solace from the sand.
What love was left is now forever damned.
The moonlight scolds my gaze to reprimand.
I quietly fill my belly with wine from Your hands.
Once drunk I understood love’s immortal bands.
A song filled my heart, both true and grand.
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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