The City
The vision may be blurry,
The heart may be unsure,
The mind may fight - and worry,
And fears may loudly roar.
But peace will gently ease,
And hope will slowly grow—
I pray, as blessed as these
Daughters in your Meadow..
Oh, since I mention greenery,
You mentioned Humbling Hills;
To mind comes luscious scenery
..
That sends down more than chills.
Think highs and lows, and dewy
Fresh mist, and rain year-round,
Allowing soil for gooey,
Soft mud to jump in—sound.
My answer may be early;
My heart leapt when I read—
No time to waste on silLy
Doubts, nor on earthly dread.
As long before your word
My mind had gone and picked
The One - in here - referred,
Scaffolded, planned, then bricked.
We may not have al-Abyad,
Like sine-waves, though, we’ll visit.
Instead, I figure we trod..
A stroll down Leith… or is it?
A reference to a poem...
Foreshadow from ago—
A fitting Name.. to show ‘em
You’re لي in night, and ضو.
I have retrieved the recording of the Poem, and will be posting it soon after retranscription, God Willing.
I have 2 letters for you, to be handed in person preferably. Or not, if not preferred. They are sealed and I have forgotten all of what they might say but the Gist : the 1st is titled Cut and the 2nd Sew. I am not announcing they are to be the only letters, I never decide, never, when the time is ripe to write you.