The Lovers Drink The Wine Of Divine Breath Poem by Mohammad Younus

The lovers drink the wine of divine breath,
Drowning in dawn, drunk on the scent of death.

Bees steal their gold from the sun's burning lips—
What is honey to the taste of divine breath?

They walk through fire but wear no ash, no veil—
Flames kneel, hushed, at the name of divine breath.

'Am I not? '—the question splits the sky in two,
Thunder hums the echo of divine breath.

The phoenix dies, but its cry still remains,
A feather spun from the loom of divine breath.

The nafs whispers, but its shadow grows thin—
Who fears the dark when kissed by divine breath?

Even envy—that jagged, jealous knife—
Melts to water in the cup of divine breath.

Love grinds mountains into specks of dust,
Then paints them stars with strokes of divine breath.

Time steals the moon, but the night won't mourn—
Darkness, too, craves the glow of divine breath.

When the body shatters, when the world dissolves,
One draft remains: the wine of divine breath.

MyKoul, be silent. Let the illusion tear—
Swim deep, forever, in this sea of divine breath.

—MyKoul