As I lie in my bed and myself I tug
I cuddle In the cold and the pillow I hug
an ephemeral sleep induces my eyes to wither
like the flowers that hide from the chill of the winter
Soon I fly on the sea of dreams
that reflect on its surface our hopes in light beams
Those threads of gold awaken me
I rise and whisper: “will he”?
But the dazzling wind brings me the answer
to all my doubts and I no longer wonder
I never write poems. Yet this poem is different. It was co-written with a special person back in 2006. We have worked on 2 more pieces together and yet it remains to be seen what the future hides for both of us.
8 comments:
hmmm
i see why you don't write poems :P stick to CFA :P
will he what? whose he?
I second asoom..whose he ?
ya3ni for the first time in history you write a short post and then you leave hanging with more questions than answers !! shou haida ???
loool
tafaseel ya Hamza, tafaseeeeel :D
post the other two!
I "never" write poems, aha! Now I unraveled the mystery behind that December poem :P
KJ - this is hidden talent kupo. I won't brag about it.
asoom & noura - its abstract. it again depends on how you interpret the poem and who is the "he" in your life. ;)
eshda3wa - soon inshalla
batoul - looool. and you just noticed? hahahaa
such a sweet poem :)
I see talents and I see a good one, nice Poem man
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