The Eve of Eid El Fitre

The sun bows slowly out of sight to take its light elsewhere,
daytime heat diminishes, then yields to evening's air.
the western sky's suffused in gold, day is at an end,
twilight claims her fleeting reign before the night descends.

Clamour in the street subsides. Silence now holds sway.
A lonely camel grumbles, then folds her legs away.
Wide-eyed children look towards the start of Eid El Fitr,
and pray that next year they can fast to be God's servitor

Twilight turns to darkness. Venus shows her light.
A child's shrill cry is stilled for now. Peace enfolds the night.
The muezzin's strident call to prayer lingers in the air,
as stragglers hurry to their homes to share the Iftar fare.

A sliver of a crescent moon hangs lightly in the sky,
A blessed sign to Islam that Shawal's day is nigh,
the holy month of Ramadan, God's joyful gift to man,
ushers in it's final hours to await the next Azan.