Our earth awakes to a call.
From within itself a voice
Speaks lightly the amber truth.

She pulls across her body
The sunlight shawl of morning,
Across amber fields of wheat
She lifts the dew of dreams.

Two golden seas mix, this instance,
And truths blend,indifferent;
For what is taken… is lifted.

Let the leaves of the olive tree,
Soon heavy with dreamlessness,
Let me hear this silence be
This prayer she listens to.

With the Adhan comes our past,
Wind that makes groves chatter,
And her prayers unheard