Maktub

the first day break of Ramadan
on a new moon in November
the night has the darkest sky
the night I met a Jedi…
A man of the treehouse who
speaks four languages
and nothing less but love
whose passion for his guitar
and music is greater than
a man’s wife…
nothing compares under a
crescent moon
where one tasted the desert
with a frozen date
from the dunes of Tunisia
which for years watched
caravans depart Africa
the music charmed the soul
jammed with African drums
mourned with the desert
chanted with the breath of
the world
until the laventer begged the
Moors to listen
it takes a determined heart to
realize dreams
like a Jedi fulfilling his destiny
building the nest is a master’s
work
Noradin’s home for his true self
and a temple for his god…
one night was a glimpse of a
lifetime
a drink for the tired spirit
a message for a weary soul
a gift for life
worth living…
Maktub!