I sit in the dark

and turn my head to one side,

breathing in the night’s breeze.

The air is even cooler

in my nostrils

which are warm from

all of the events

that lead me to tears

that lead me to this balcony.

I turn my sight once more

over my shoulder

and back to my favourite ayat.

Dark sky, a Sign of creation

and just like that

the moon has appeared.

Luminescent 

in the darkness,

A clear reminder

that not one moment passes

but it too is a sign

from amongst the signs

of my Creator.

The night’s breeze 

continues to blow

and

I still sit in the dark

but

my eyes are dry now

brightened with the hope

of a return 

and meeting

Light upon Light