Najib Altawell


The Gentle Rain of Dundee


The rainbow
And a timeless game
And the echo of
An ancient name
Merge with the sound
Of an engine
Of a far away train
Dissolving
Slowly
With a song
Of sparkling
Love
Sourced from within
Unknown life
Unknown soul
Of unknown name


The gentle rain
Again and again
On Dundee’s land
On Dundee’s hills
Time and time
Bring the story
Of a child life
Of a child name
With the sound of
The falling rain
Revealing
All the secrets
Of the ultimate
Master game


The rainbow
And the timeless name
Eternal in essence
But
Among the crowed is
Nothing but
A fameless
A shadow
Of a mythical
Life
Once lived
In a faraway
Cold Terrain
And bathed daily
In Dundee’s rain

Submitted: Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, August 10, 2010
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