Tag: by lisa vaselenak chater

Soften me Sufi
with honey sweet words,
melt my mouth
with words painted languidly
with a Lover’s pure love,
lips kissed with the silent infinite,
making me miss
and return to you
apart, then
merged to you,
filled with longing
then flooded with light
from darkest blue darkness
to love’s deep delight.

Soften me Sufi,
save me from reality’s snare
winging me aloft
to heavenly realms
and soul’s playgrounds
swinging me into the cosmos
with painted pink portraits
and pastel winged horses
flying magically, immortally
unbridled and wild
through rainbow-streaked skies,
lips curved to a smile

Soften me Sufi,
with opal moonflowers
and all of their powers,
first for the eyes,
then the heart, and the hands
drawing me to draw
in Heaven’s green gardens,
in Lover’s treed lands,
showered with life-giving light
medicine for life’s maladies
and mis-spent memories
restoring love’s purest melodies
colorfully, ecstatically,
calling me, softly,
sweetly,
unceasingly,

Soften me Sufi.