Buthaynah Adara - As Told By Joseph the Dreamer

Buthaynah Adara: Shy smile and ghostly beauty. You’re an enigma to me. If I spoke your language, maybe then I’d know your mind, But reading your expression leaves the feeling undefined. Buthaynah Adara: Dark silence, nervous laughter. You know just what I’m after. I’ve been to the stable, and, as if you weren’t aware, It’s plain to tell your horses sense there’s something in the air. Buthaynah Adara: Gold trinket, precious flower, Twelfth Sura, sunset hour. Douse your votive lantern so the moon can share what’s his. Your perfect imperfection makes perfection what it is.