As A Warrior

I yearned for you,

but you were the fountain

of yearning.

As a warrior does not flee

yet moves toward

the assassin,

so a lover moves

toward the pain
in the heart.

Both wield a saber

whetted by death

and compassion,

that one 

made of steel, 

this one made

of breath.

 

Arabic calligraphy for 'Huw,' the name of God and

the sound breath makes moving through the heart.