Qais Arsala Official

Dedicated to: Seena Arsala (My

Privileged Lovers The moon has become a dancerat this festival of love.This dance of light,This sacred blessing,This divine love,beckons usto a world beyondonly lovers can seewith their eyes of fiery

Straight-jacket memories Of those morphine flavored nights These tears of blood can almost sedate the scarred and maimed souls Desperate cries from the voiceless, forgotten children Are befallen upon