Warbles

" Reads me the book of your eyes

since

sailed me the wave of your words

and rains me the sky of your tears

the time

my love is warming the sun"

Have I flooded streams and crystal rains
and wells of freshness round your sips
filling the dew and the body of waters
with dance springing at your hips
and down the brooks and flowing rivers
drinks me the wine of your lips

Have I grassed herbs and pink flowers
and honey of sweetness for every bee
planting the branches and the feast of leaves
with bell ringing round your glee
and up the shrubs and the smiling bushes
eats me the fruit of your tree

Have I tuned winds and flying gales
and symphonies of highness for every air
riding the horses and the pony of violins
with song singing the steps of mare
and on the back of robins and chanting birds
plays me the music of your hair

Have I ruled nights and old eves
and stars of gladness in your dawns
drifting the moons and the distant horizon
with heaven falling down your morns
and upon kingdoms and royal presences
represents me the god of your thrones

Have I written romance and black pages
and lines of loveliness the passion sank
merging the verses and the weep of pencils
with moan groaning the love frank
and by the inks and the dropping words
writes me the space of your blank

Have I vanished centuries and ruined years
and ages of calmness in a glance
blowing civilizations and gleeful cultures
with breath sleeping the world's trance
and in the void emptiness of final realms
ends me the beginning of your absence

( C ) Copyright 2008 ADEL ATTIYEH