A Dream. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Heavy before light comes the night.
And I'm sleeping under thunderstorm.
The torment of living writhes silky white
Bodies in creamy language torn.Scorn
Drapes all fallen images sullen from start.
My heart at the other end sends signals
Of dread. A dead end faces me with a wry smile.
Niles flow in me fluidly, if only to drown the call of me,
And follow me in my adventure, capture me complete
To the far reach of intendment, to the fulfillment of
False desires. Fires consume the debris of me left
Bereft of light that comes quiet after heavy night.