Dancing Through Jasmine and Storm

Behold how I sink,

Drenched in the scent of jasmine,

With a hint of oud gracing its heart.

Behold how I writhe,

Entwined with sandalwood’s embrace,

And feel, once more, alive.

The night is dark, the air bitter.

The wind howls whispers in my ear,

And I, gently swayed,

Wander through clouds of jasmine.

A blizzard rages; the world is barren,

No soul stirs in this desolate realm.

Yet I care not—

For I dance, weeping, through the oud.

And now I race between flashes of lightning,

My steps alight with joyful love,

Drawn ever closer to the abyss

That breathes of sandalwood’s fire.