Aziz Alkaabi

It is time
to run away,
Again.

One more time,
My heart is injured.

Blood
in my feeble veins,
Thrusting shy.

Now,
These lips, pale-dry.

And somehow and,
Before she curses
this heartless land.

As I begin to freeze,
I must flee,

Running away,

Again.

Where is it
that lost,
Remote a place?

Deserted for sure,
Where I camp,
I worry no more!

The truth,
This head is jammed.

Now,
I think
I need a break.

First,
I will make somea fire
to warm this face.

I am bearing this face,
A stone this face,
Over my cold body.

I must nourish this fire,
With tree limbs,
With wood.

Reflecting,
I should,

In darkness.

As flames rise,
They hiss.

Drowning me
in dark space,

Careless,
I am careless
What times I miss.

Around this fire,
Staying awake
until a fresh dawn.

Where skies cheerful,
Where ferries
scare them away
the strayed demons.

Alone!

Breathing purple shadows,
Inhaling descent air.

May be,
I should pause for a while,

To think of
'Henry'

Waiting,
Anticipating in his cave.

Edgy,
He is jittery,
Suspended Henry.

Walking back and forth,
Then he is falling down,

Crying he will be
on the broken bench.

Besieged, my Henry!

I can't tell that boy,
I am helpless.

Then,
Suddenly,

'Ammar'

Will be flying by,
Under dark sky,

Eager to play a hero.

I keep changing
his course.

'Sultana'
Stranded,
In shallow waters,
Amidst illusive elegant capes.

Only trilling,
Whistling winds,
Daughters of hurricanes,
will be her companion.

She could have sailed
Sultana

to New York harbor!

By now.

Oh! yes.
I must write,
Even though,
I don't know how!

One eulogy, at least.

For an honest girl
they murdered,
those beasts.

Her name was

'Ghusoon'

Around this fire,
Sipping coffee,
Sniffing saffron's aroma.

Sniffing wilderness,
When birds singing
a crescendo.

Rehearsing to greet
a lazy sun.

Soon,

Very soon,

He will rise,
He will shine.

Yes yes
I will be fine.

A couple of days I need,
and I will be fine indeed,

When I regain
my humble self,

Again.