VOID

Still
when slowed time ticks
when fallow future sleeps like the dead
and unborn blossoms wait wakeful
in their animated burial

Stay
the course of unrelinquished breathing 
let dogged, deafening pulse resound 
in chastened chambers 
of endless expectation

Soar
to airless eyries, where scales fall 
from eyes, to tip the balance of trenches
so dry elevations may sketch, stretch 
out a brand new horizon

Starve
till this emptiness is vanquished
listen as wounding winds of change
blow soft, and dreaming desert seeds
glean Grace in unexpected places

(written at the start of Ramadan 2014)