I cast not my jewels before the fools.

In my dreams I behold
The goddess of poetry splashing wine
Over the lips of my spirit
Thus my pallor spirit quickly reawakens,
Letting the captive bird of poetry go winging,
To greet the divine poetryâ??s rebirth
After a long drought....
Rumors from the fools I shun
Before them I cast not my jewels...
Wild, valiant, austere,
I run to the shores of lonely seas,
Whispering the secrets
To the water...
To the sands...
To the winds...

Copyright © Munir Mezyed 2006

note from the author :
A group of fools and fanatics in Jordan who incites hate and fanaticism thinks they can eliminate my poetry through their rumors.