Reclamation

Come together drafty soul
In away from wind and tide
Think of times when you were whole
With no shrapnel in your side

Warm and childlike innocence
Feet and seashells on the shores
When you breathed a love intense
And a name would soothe your sores

Let the arrogances die
Die away while you repair
Salawaat in every sigh
Scent of tasbeeh in the air