Night Hymn Poem by Sayed Gouda

This is the encounter of those who look at the sky
and ask the stars:
'Where is the road? '
The encounter of the travellers of no belongings;
hope is their belonging.
The heart is the compass of the bewildered
to see
where the seas pour the salt of their hearts.
Time shrinks in your hands
when a hymn ascends to the sky,
and life wakes to the silence of its prayer.
i will peel the skin off my soul
and lie in the peace of innocent people
who trust heaven and its justice.
i'll sleep between your hands like a child,
i'll wake up like a giant,
if you place a bouquet on my forehead,
and sit near me for an hour or two
to sprinkle on me the fragrance of Robert Frost,
and i pour some drops from Rumi's wine.
We spin like two seagulls of no seas.
We fall… like exhausted light.
All the universe spins in the pupils of our eyes.
The orbit of the beloved is circles.
In its kingdom, the heart
is a full moon dancing with darkness.
i'll pour my soul in you like distilled water.
So drink me
and be happy with our encounter.
This is the encounter of those who trust heaven…
and its justice.

26 August 2010