When the clock chimes twelve,
Ink spills from heavenly springs,
Moon slithers from its burrows,
Isn’t the best day, oh angel?
Roses bloom blue and white,
Winds whistle a Beethoven,
Stardust rain down the skies,
Isn’t the best day, oh angel?
Draperies plays the harp gently,
Fingers beat drums of passion,
Words whirl like a Sufi Dervish,
Isn’t the best day, oh angel?
Hijab smooth as silk sways,
Bangles gleam like a rainbow,
Eyes flutter an innocence,
Isn’t the best day, oh angel?
Verses dribble from flowing locks
Lips quiver like a leaf in a gale,
Svelte figure smells of a tome,
Isn’t the best day, oh angel?
Heart as pure as a prayer,
Conscience as clear as crystal,
Will as strong as a diamond,
Isn’t the best day, oh angel?
Love flutters loud in my heart,
As I breathe your breath,
Eat your hunger, drink your thirst,
Isn’t the best day, oh angel?
You’re my desire and dream since
I clothed you in my thoughts.
Sink my sorrows in your sighs,
Kiss me once on my best writing day.
