And So I Write On

Let me begin with fear but with love.
Where my fingertips tries to peel the lines of time,
At least two seconds too late every time I fall early in love.
Where I sit on the dimension of all my breaths,
And drown to the surface of beauty.
Where my call history shows you all the love I’ve made
And God, I’ve made love to way too many specks of existence!
Written only on the palms of time.
And read only with eyes that throb.
Where there’s love and fear and everything that makes me write on.
And so I write on:
Into the present,
Onto the sheet of my breath; about all the beauty that grow
Unto eternity.
… I write on.

Abu A'ish MK Albani