Treasure Island

Rasheed Alqahas

(jan 1.1942 / Amman -Jordan)

Hotel Room


Hotel room
In London

in my hotel room,
how sad, how sad I am here.
where is my best lover?

I put my hands on my head,
I try to set in my bed,
I do not know what words to say.

I try to catch my breath,
My lungs does not obey,
How sad I am here.

Outside there is a rain,
I hear a crossing train.
the pain hits me as hammer.

I dream to see you soon,
I dream about my moon,
How nice if you are here.

How fool I am my love.
to be far from beautiful love,
Alone, and sad, here.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Edited: Monday, November 01, 2010

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