Seen her , a child as a beauty in lap of green, covered, by Love...
Have not me?
As a beauty
Sleeping in the lap
Of Her awesome
Foliage draping her,
She was such covered
By Her love,
So moist soft,
So seeded like Peace of a birth,
At her best,
And a faint transcendental smile
Hovering around her little face,
A lost child,
A new born
In Her lap...
Where Heaven hath dropped with all Quiet...
( Note: on a picture of a child sleeping, based on sufism)