Panting Allah, Allah... Poem by Mark Heathcote

I could run through the night
I could run the following day
And keep on running till my last breath
Till that final kiss of imamate death
I could run to the end of the earth
And back again, my body a worn-out waif
To be with you, close to your heart.

I don't ask too much of you
I don't ask much of you
Yet, I still search the shores of the sea the stars
To see where you have last been
I search every horizon
I don't ask too much of you.

I don't ask much of you
But it is like walking in a desert on my knees
Searching for you
But I know you're here and searching
Is only my fear, fear of?
Scorpions with a sting in their tails

I don't ask too much of you
I don't ask much of you
But If I do find you
If I do find you, I might just run away
I might run away from even you.

I could run through the night
I could run on through the following day
And keep on running till my last breath
Till that final kiss of imamate death
Panting Allah, Allah...
I could run to the end of the earth
And back again, my body a worn-out waif
To be with you, close to your heart.

Unaccepting of your eternal love
I could run through the night
I could run on through the following day
And keep on running till my last breath
Till that final kiss of imamate death
Panting Allah, Allah, Allah…