With the million burning Suns that make up my being
That engulf me whole over and over,
I, the Alchemist ,
Shift the darkness into Glory,
An unknowingly victory, yet again,
Even when my Prayers are consistent,
In hope of Departure
To find Peace,
Up there,
I ,
Cannot stop burning,
My ballerina body induces a Fire in my belly
Ignites my body into Dance
Enraging,
Like a wild Wolf,
Lobita on the prowl,
The mystics would applaud,
At how I make figures out of my fingers
Furiously,
Performing magic with my Hips,
How they shake my soul back into body,
Even whilst dying,
There are flames, and Noor*
Somehow amongst all this Darkness,.
Even when hell was served to me
I smiled,
I gave my holiness,
Since birth,
In sincerity of the Heart,
For ,
Lovers can only Love ,
What can be more truthful?
Than the ambition of flesh that roars ?
That makes poetry and grieves,
My body is flaming,
Even now, I have Arisen,
Into a Phoenix,
In full bloom .
Is it possible to un-see and un-feel what I have ?