Sometimes I ask you to batter my heart,
Hammer your synergy like brass song,
Like robes whirling and voice rising apart,
Like the breath drawn and shadow long.
This, Mouldmaker, confuses me more;
You make me write riffs on your door
Answer me with a cup, but won’t pour
Gift me Fado but not what I keen for.
By Ali. A. Naqvi
Note: There's a rumour that Fado, the Portugese musical style, came from the Moors. Fado singers sing about longing, or Suadade. I thought it might be interesting to combine that with the Seeker's longing for his Creator. "Batter my heart.." is from John Donne's Holy Sonnet XIV.