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.


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


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


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


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.


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.


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