i sang for you
how honest i sang
i sang till i did fall down
like a wounded, wild bird
the no complaints are his wings
the no ends
and the no space infinity
so he crossed the all..
the time, the place, the nothings
the seas and the oceans
only to see you
to see your sea colour eyes
wishing to be underneath
with butterflyfishes
shiny pearls
and coral
where no sky is..
just swimming
with ancient love
veiled in silence
as moon and stars
no sorry for himself
thus, waiting for you
and you waited never
darling..
so he lost the way
dancing in all directions
with no destination
like a slain nightingale
lived to sing
and died to live
to stand
to fly..
and to sing again
for you
and only for you
my darling..
my poem.
Wonderful poem, such a complex symphony in hearts to green land of mind. I like the way you deliver and point a poetic gesture here, it so softly written, more to touch inside readers' heart..Keep writing, seems like you have more time to write now_Unwritten Soul
) +your sea colour eyes+ en extremely sweet poem))) a nice one))) BUT where is Christmas?))) Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ))))))))
An enjoyable read with some nice pacing and visual imagery. You tell a tale well and the poem provides the background. Good write.
This porm is very profound with such metaphor in this story. Great poem. Keep it up :)
so soft n beautiful..........like a wounded, wild bird.........these line is so effective.. great!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is so beautiful, one understand what you're saying, but cannot really describe the depth of meaning. And I guess that's what poetry is about, the feeling of pondering over words written by someone else. Trying to capture the true essence of spirit. Great piece, Ahmed.