A Message Poem by Monty AnNayef

I sat in the evening to witness the turning of the azure sky
Like a sorrowful tear shed on a rosy cheek from a drowsy eye.
Odor and nectar the wind carried from her unearthly residence:
Virginal is her smile; rejoicing are her eyes; frightening is her silence.
Eternal is my love; reposing are my words; I am sublime.
Regretful is my soul to love who shall never be mine:
A dreamless, charming, delicate, titivating, elegant female;
Nymph-like and sublime; by Allah made and spoiled for another male.
All vanishes but her feminine voice, which rings in my ears from time to time.

19 April 1996