Swirling dervishes…

Restless feet Whirling to

An unhered beat,

The crescendo builds…

A halo of divin light

Ascends behind the

Geaming minaret…

It kisses the serene

Aquamarine surface of

Still waters

Running deep…

Waiting with bated breath

In the moon-lit courtyard

Slowly the mystic raises his

Gaze upwards,

His furrowed brow etched

In quite contemplation…

Then the beam dips in an arc

And touching his forehead

Illuminating the amethyst

Glittering on the hands

Spread heavenwards…

In a symbol of

Perfect Communion!