December ... Ahmed Hussain

I am blessed and cursed by memories

Of you that make it impossible to despise ...

You, even though tears fill my eyes

Every time I remember …

December … 

It's strange that in the winter months

Slick roads, snow storms and freezing cold

Only brought us closer to together ... 

I will never forget the warmth of your embrace ...

Now that Spring is here, the beauty of your face I see in every blossom ... 

Your voice in every buzzing bee-zanbur ...

But you’re not here to share the honey

Okakura’s Tea is meant to be bitter isn’t it ???

The wine of heaven awaits me after death ... 

Although I’m drinking tea right now, I am smelling its bouquet ...

And with every sip I’m realizing that either drink

Takes the form of the vessel in which it resides ...