Give Me Your Hand Poem by Atef Ayadi

Give me your hand,
I dreamt enough.
Your hand may bring me
The morning’s breeze.

Give me your hand;
Your hand is always awaken
My hand without it
May fall into deep sleep.

Give me your hand;
In order
To remember my long solitude,
My worries, and the unforeseen.
Your hand is a welcoming
Temple
For lovers
Who could not sort out
Their pure and impure dreams.

Give me your hand;
I want to hide my
Timid hand
So it can reveal all my hopes
And my wishes.

Give me your hand;
So I can feel my veins
Crossing
Your heart bridges
And laying down
Under its blue sky.