Minarets

Enter dawn, when our frozen sky
Streaks fire and burns into being
Where our only darkness comes to die
And light gives birth to seeing

Oh how the sands swell in the sound!
Would that it were not softly so
Yet a stellate glass of diamond ground
That led us to the glow

There, upon that uncertain dust
Inflexible eyes fixed on the gold
Her wings twitch, tied closed in the trust
Her heart would not unfold

But it was never so in dreams
Where her brightest tertails are free
Stretched wide in the filtered sunbeams
Reflected on the sea

She softened her stance in the thought
As her graceful hands traced through flight
Those distant clouds at last were caught
And married to the night

And just as that fragile dream came
So too its pallid foe made haste
Like a crackling shriek wrought from shame
It laid her wish to waste

Adhan echoed in the new air
And tightly bound her wings for threat
She may once fly, and dream, and dare
To destroy the Minaret

Enter Dusk, where our saddened sky
Burns, and fades to violet blue
Where "darkness" is the sun’s reply
When begged for lasting hue.