To your grave I come a moth to a flame
Born in sin but my death shall be Hussain
He who called out is there anyone to help me
I answer when I have no one, nothing with me
To your grave I come a moth to a flame
* * *
Entranced is every ounce of my own being
As each step shadows Hussain in me weaving
My eyes tell me your heart and mind are dreaming
I answer this is your fate you are seeing
With the tune of his presence so believing
My soul asks how can you contemplate leaving?
I step in the palace of my Master
As if I walk plains of the Hereafter
What began with a call I felt binding on me
I answer when I have no one, nothing with me
To your grave I come a moth to a flame
* * *
I come, of the man that I can be, a shell
With potential that to this world’s entice fell
I come ridden with wounds that my own eyes spell
A window to all my secrets they retell
One broken heart to another here I dwell
O’ Hussain what do I have but your tale?
I come poor, on me the weight of the world
In my speech, poverty in every word
He who cries I’m the ship of salvation, board me
I answer when I have no one, nothing with me
To your grave I come a moth to a flame
* * *
I come from a world where shadows I embrace
And orphaned I search for my meaning and place
I search for wisdom to shape upon me grace
Yet I search for it with the dust of disgrace
Each road that I’d set out on and a scent trace
It leaves me longing to look upon your face
Now I’m here O’ essence of why I cry
And your dome comes imprinted on my eye
The dome that said, don’t just dream, come and visit me
I answer when I have no one, nothing with me
To your grave I come a moth to a flame
* * *
I step into this palace riddled with gold
And the bars of your grave O’ Master I hold
And I know these wounded eyes my sins blindfold
But I feel my soul into your mercy fold
And I tell you what no other saint I’ve told
I’m your servant and gift to you my household
I mention my name and list all my deeds
O’ Hussain and I weep to you my needs
I bring the list of those who wanted prayers from me
I answer when I have no one, nothing with me
To your grave I come a moth to a flame
* * *
I have walked from one king toward another
The things I saw my eyes on my soul tether
How dare do I call my own self another
Servant when I have seen lovers worthier
Like them I come to you light as a feather
And my clothes riddled with dust like all others
Things I saw, change the way I think and write
And I swear, it makes me cry every night
I remember and whenever this world hurts me
I answer when I have no one, nothing with me
To your grave I come a moth to a flame
* * *
O’ who’s shadow’s imprinted on my pupil
And lives on every page of my life’s journal
When this world drags me to my knees with trials
I draw the picture of your dome with wails
And every night my dreams taunt this heart fragile
This is the dome that you miss, how do you feel?
So confused, I walk within a shadow
This my dreams, that ask where should your tears flow?
I answer that they flow when again he calls me
I answer when I have no one, nothing with me
To your grave I come a moth to a flame
* * *
(London – 24/04/11)