Chicago's Darkness.

Don’t go anywhere without me.

Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,

or on the ground, in this world or that world,

without my being in its happening.

Vision, see nothing I don’t see.

Language, say nothing.

The way the night knows itself with the moon,

be that with me. Be the rose

nearest to the thorn that I am.

I want to feel myself in you when you taste food,

in the arc of your mallet when you work,

when you visit friends, when you go

up on the roof by yourself at night.

There’s nothing worse than to walk out along the street

without you. I don’t know where I’m going.

You’re the road, and the knower of roads,

more than maps, more than love.

~Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Roaming the streets like an alley cat feeling like a ghost blowing in the wind. These words my friend so graciously introduced me to, make me feel the way I feel about love in the darkness of the city.