Glimps of life

As i lived, only knowing what love was like,

In depth of my memories, knowing what death was like.

One night i got an glimps on the infinite and gazed at the stars. Knowing know that they have their stories.

What secret that remains know lies in the eternal, maybe one day it will sail home.

Its beauty we have never come to know.

It is merely found in the present, in the glimps we call life.

Turn to books for truth,and if they dont reveal, look for the stars for truth.

The depth of love is truly found in the religion of islam, as its truth is a glimps of everything.

It is peace for those have suffered.

It is beauty for those who long.