Jealousy

by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi
The shadow of Allah's wing
Now droops closer,
Ceaseless I brood —
Watching him, my Lord
In a midnight courtyard by a fountain
As he watched Her —
Pallid in desert moonlight and gazing
Upon an almond leaf fallen frail
On the waters.
And though at morning he left her forever
I swear his dreams linger.
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