World's Waning (A Poem) The world is waning. Look my love! Take your wand and wave a dove; fly it freely high above into the lands of free fairies; let the brightest feelings out; urge the swallows sprout to the highest, vastest, endless dreams. The world is sinking into streams of dried up fears, soulless inks. Do your magic, free our wings from the fetters of real things; let us soar off into skies, come on my love wink above the seeming numb of this worldly being. The world is waning. Look my love! Take your wand and wave a dove. Abbas 2013