I watched in ignorance the remains go by
I tried to draw a bridge, a canal, a little door...

I'm unequal in balance, unequal for logic,
such a modern cut of seasons...

Come again, be a sight I desire wrapped in
a further unforeseen summer...

Wildly these feelings
sleep upon this bank...

How would it feel to love you,
take you out of your misery...

I hear myself breathing at night and it's
as though I keep a deep well inside of me...

Wandering along the shores
of a wishful sea...

I want some warm rays for the days of December
and as silence gets colder I'd need a coat to wrap...

Thick air will be drifting off through
this foggy night...

The sky smothers me with showers of cold
but I grin as though, I am soaked in gold...

Did I not stir the sharp taste of past
in my sweetened cup of tea...

Sun Curls in my Shoes
by: Rania Moallem...