Happy Birthday Brooke.

To my eternal consort, in all the worlds of God. I love you.

Consort’s Caravel

Neath the shade of Sidratu’l-Muntaha,

Where consorts hail the lodestar of love,

Where fallen foes-in-arms embrace,

Their empty eyes forever gaze.

More potent than the Sufi’s quill,

An Elysium to Majnun’s Hell,

The silencer of Israfel,

Our love – a sacred Caravel,

With Abha’s Winds against the sails.

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