Like a quest that scans a deep, dark horizon. Or the night spell of hide-and-seek silhouettes tracing a yearn.
To touch the skin of the moon.
Minarets

Minaret beacons tuned, amplify piety
Love’s fervour pouring on first deities
Endearment everlasting to that pure
Untainted flow of iridescence,
Enhanced in your light, exuberant glory
Heart free, soul scorching, in shadow glades.
Long distance stars shimmer and clutter
On rippling waves. Across hide and seek
Phantasmagorias. Anchored on rock heads
Lights afar, faraway myriad dreams 
Mysteries yet to never end and the day
Shall not be forever, long.

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