I lit the candle and lowered myself in the...
Willing my nervous system to cooperate with me so...
Four sunflowers stood wilting in a field
At the dying of the light and the creeping of the...
I often dream about a former time
When life was not as cruel as today...
Between the Hormuz
and the Bab al-Mandab Straits...
If I might drift as mist or a gentle breeze,
I’d seek to rest upon your quiet knee...
What am I supposed to do?
How am I meant to get through this without you...
I write here beauty true on layers white;
Not fame nor fortune steers my loving pen...
The idea of you revives a forgotten pulse,
As though hope remembered my heartbeat...
The sight of you beneath a blossomed tree,
With joy and peace my grateful heart has filled...