sky color of lead
sun just departed
new moon but a crescent scratch
chorus of muezzins blesses the sun,
and welcomes the moon,
echoes off the sea, pleading song
of ages past... reverberating,
echo of faith, words eternal
stones in the garden...
dead streets resurrected by
poetry recited by minarets...
eyelids of thousand shop shutters
lifting to gaze at the moon
and welcome passers by...
coffee touched with cardamom,
tea, strong and sweet as a kiss
fresh dates, pearls of desert palms
incense burners conjure whirling
dervishes of fragrant smoke,
gossamer of rose and sandalwood
dancing in night air...
children laughing...
a celebration of spirit,
I breath in life and remind myself
it all will be extinguished by sunrise
only to be born again,
tomorrow...
rhythm of life reversed
if only for a short time...
2007-08-05
20:11:37
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➔ Poetry
EDIT, thank you Annabella, yes, ancient destert world, but not the countries you mentioned. And, tell me what is it about ? surely you know. I livd there for many years... Thank tou for your kind words, shukran...
2007-08-05
20:35:16 ·
update #1