Fingers Poem by Rasheed Alqahas

When your fingers play,
over my heart strings,
chanting my love for love,
I feel I am a child,
Tears in his eyes,
He is aiming for love.

When I see your lovely face,
I can see all my dreams,
shining in front of my eyes.
They are between my hands.
I forget my sadness days.
I forget the hot summer,
and the fear of wild desert.

I can see my green dreams,
the future and wonderful spring,
calling my heart to live,
to live between nice flowers.