A Long Held Promise

From a distance
I watch the crows land
on the top of the trees,
the sky, behind them,
taking on a clear blue light
as morning rises
full of softness and dew,
over the sea a bank
of autumn clouds is moving
bringing with it a long held promise,
my soul, watching, fills with stillness,
and a prayer begins again
in the silence of my heart.

Free Verse # 454 (a trail of leaves)

أعاني من الأرق لأن نار وجهك تسكن أحلامي.

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It is her fragrance
that sets the garden
into motion,
she walks in
and everything is alive
with light and love.

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Unrecognized, our desires come to haunt us in the night.

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Night does not exist in the city except as an anomaly.

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This poetry
a trail of leaves
that I follow
deep into the forests
of my childhood,
into the deserts
and high mountains
of my longing,
reminding me of who I am
and who I want to be.

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Wrapped up in his arms
she unwinds her day,
her breath and thoughts slowing down,
his embrace filling her
with safety and warmth,
as the world outside fades
and a single star shines
from the quietness of their belonging.

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الحب هو وليد اللحظة، أما الصداقة فتبنى.

Love is the child of the moment, but friendship is built through time.

Haibun # 5

As I sip my morning tea, the autumn sun outside, like a warm, tender wave falls over the trees in the garden. Beside me, on the desk, a book calls to be read, as though it were the tender eyes of a woman I love, inviting me to delve into them. My heart is filled with a strange stillness and calm as leaves falls all around.

Autumn morning…
in all beginnings is sown
the seed of their end