GhostsofParis

. . .

I walk ahead red-hot, red-hot, 
and dyed in blood by love, 
no longer wise nor possessed:
see what love has done to me

. . .
 

. . .

I babble like a running brook  
while I let my heart
bleed from its wound.
see what love has done to me
 . . .

. . .

Wandering now
from land to land,
speaking to you
in all my speech,

who is there here
to feel my pain,

See what love has done to me
. . .

. . .

I've become the Madman,
the Wandering Fool; 

in my dreams I see my love,
then waken to
this dreadful pain,

see what love has done to me
. . .

. . .

I'm Yunus, poor and distraught,
from top to toe an open wound.
Far from my Friend's
home I wander,

see what love has done to me.
. . .

Text: Ya’qub ibn Yusef
Photos: Stephen Mosblech
Animations: Blake Habermann