A Lone Guitar Plays At Midnight Poem by Mohammad Younus

A lone guitar plays at midnight,
giving out a million sweet tunes,
Soft notes, rising like the sun at dawn,
From behind the blue mountains,
after the crescent moon takes its flight.
The stringless guitar produces soft melodies,
Whispering a promise of divine light,
After the shadows' dance at night concludes.
An ancient, timeless guitar with a refreshing soul,
Speaks of spiritual ecstasies that make the listener
Feel whole, all the while hearing infinite echoes of Hu.
Each note a respite from the silent pain
Of separation and duality.
A sounding secret guitar, it starts to speak,
And tells of dreams lost in the deep of sleep.
When the true self awakens, and I open my eyes,
These sounds pull me back to my essence true.

MyKoul