On Rumi’s Tabriz 15

 
I have seen your face
and so, save me,
I cannot help but swear,
that all that is around me now,
inside the gardens of the earth,
in the byways far and near,
in the sea
and in the swirling air,
is emptied of the grace that I once thought
it had,
knows not its purpose or its place
within the world
apart from you.
And I,
breath stilled and dazed,
watch them bow the knee
and vow themselves your slave.