Urs (عرس‎)

The flooding moonlight drowns my feetAs I stand upon the prayer rugSubmissive,.. bowing.Encumbering darkness veils me,Except , for those small  feet which shineIn the reflection of a reflection,The moonlight!As heavy eyelids part to a vision,My eyes wander from the enchanted dome ,To the intricate patterns upon the rug,Until finally coiling around my feet..Now stagnant. Reposed.A …