I have always wondered what is it like

I’ve always wondered what is it like
To be in love,
I walked along gardens of beauties,
And swam in rivers of all fantasies.

My friend,
I’ve seen nights from different days,
And I have lived days from sleeping nights.
I ran into eyes and hid in the pleasure
Of their light.

Love was still not the thunderstorm
That shook the almighty warrior off his horse.
Love was still not the whisper
That awakened the messenger into his prophesy

My friend,
I prayed for love, and this glass of pleasure
Always ended in disappointment.
I left, leaving behind a piece of me.
And the eastern wind followed me with
Voices of rebuke and lecture.

I did not believe in the truth of their romance
And the tears of their love stories.
In the mirror’s reflection I saw myself
A silhouette with no background.

I started to believe in this friend,
My glass of wine,
And the pleasure it brought me every night.
This adventure seemed to be
My cradle, my home, and my grave.

But my friend,
It was a simple whisper out of the blue
That awakened me into these eyes
That washed away the smeared silhouette.
She walked in to become my reflection.

I am a man in love,
When I met her, I thought she was mine
For the night,
I never thought I was hers
For the rest of my life.

Don’t ask me how it happened,
For I don’t know, this wine of pleasure
Poured away from its usual state of mind.
I was left helpless.
I was weak, and I was afraid.

My friend,
I’ve seen nights from different days,
And I have lived days from sleeping nights,
But that night was bright and warm
Though it was raining everywhere.
That night was, for the first time,
The beginning of my days in the arms
That held me into a sweet everlasting tale.

© Ali Saad

 

 

A Traveler A Falcon

In the deserted arena
Of a an abandoned land,
Came a traveler in his
lonely pace to rest on
A broken pedestal...
In the blue uninhabited sky
Flew a falcon in his
Uncertain flight,
He saw the traveler,
An existing life,
He came down to rest
On a still erect pole
To listen to the
mystical Verses
Of a man in dust...
Time passed by ,they
Became friends...
The visible and tangible land
Became the blessed
Destination of souls
Yearning and craving for the
Traveler's philosophy
And the falcon's prophesy.