If there was an iron-tongued
flame
that is spent today
if there were damascened sunsets
ablaze
they are moth-faded now
if there was colour on my cheek
aglow
and love in my heart
afire
that is in the past-now
the phthisic routine;
again and anon;
to exist
as torpid as the days inane patterns
on
a skeletal schedule
without you
and there will always be
darkness at noon.
The writer is the Ibn Khaldun Chair of Islamic Studies, School of International Service, American University, Washington, DC
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