MOON MADE UP OF HONEY

on the daysyou decided youwere still in this with me,

ancient treesleaned in to my touch

will-o'-the-wispsswarmed around me;

butterflies made nests in my hair;

falling stars tangled in my eyelashes;

nectar oozedfrom my fingertips;

& even oceansfeared the multitudes in me.

Music and vocals by Syeda Rahman