Flowers and Maze

You who have conquered all sadness

And are immune to all storms that rage

You may be closer to God,

But you are not close to me anymore

And Kabir sits by some ancient river

And the sun sets over our blue madness

And hearts get heavier with every falling leaf

She waits for me,

Every night, with a lamp in her hands

She loves me

And I love her too

And the nights get older

And the nights get colder