Music of a Tear

Songs are travelers, too,
Prayerful lips carry them everywhere,
Their feet never ache,
From wanting to sing in the white light that burns in the dark quiet.

I am that blinding light and the malignant darkness, too,
The song is not always merry, or the mood somber,
Yet, sometimes in between crying,
He rolls down in the music of a tear.

The Song Of The Sufi Masroof