There are those who value form, and those who value function.
Those who look for both, together in conjunction.
Some seek falcon rare, some long for sparrow sweet.
Some truthful in their search, some falter in deceit.
Some seek the fair maiden, although her soul be mute,
Others know that magic, may linger in a flute.
I look for that which binds, all mentioned here above,
The thread of light that weaves, the quilt of endless love,
The breath of air which rattles, the petal in its rose,
And gives the dawn its light, and turns word into prose.
The secret of beginnings, that lead to final scenes,
Where good prevails beyond, its very modest means.
I seek not form or function, nor shallow is my quest.
I seek the only answer, to each and every test.
The gist of the story, told by the mermaid queen,
To the lonely sailor, the last time he was seen.
And what the bee did leave, the Lilly in return,
For telling honey's secret, when bee for sweetness yearn.
I seek what lovers see when, they gaze unto the moon,
What makes a timing perfect, and not too late or soon.
In Arabic plain and simple, I seek Beauty where,
She hides in tender meaning, or shines in pompous flair.