Najib Altawell


The Third Man - Poem by Najib Altawell

White clouds brought around
Innocent doubts
When you ‘gone’
To the
Other ‘side’
In a ‘moment’
Lost in ‘memory’
Lost in ‘time’

The first man ‘shook’ your hand
In an empty lane
The second man ‘gave’ his card
Among the crowed
On a fast train
The third man
‘Touched’ your hand
Brought a flower
In a ‘blurred’ dream

White clouds brought around
Innocent doubts
When you slept
In your car
Near and
Far
Your pale face
Gently bathed
In a ‘silver’ light
Time and time
As the moon
‘Stopped’
For
You
Every night

Your ancient secret of
‘Godly’ game
Suddenly
‘Born’ again
In a countryside
In the heat of
Unusual
Summertime
When the image
Of the third man
Flooded slowly
Your
Inner sight
Your
Dying mind

White clouds brought around
Innocent doubts
When your dreams
Became so real
Shaped miraculously
A musical sound
Into a spectrum
Of
Arching
Light
Telling the story of
No one
But
Your own
Life


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2009



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