You think you are lonely,
While around you
There are amazing things
Silence is the perfect definition
Don’t take it for granted,
It’s your sacred cloak, and down its sleeves,
Hold onto its union and healing.
Blow into the ear of a demon,
And go wash clear the prints on your hands.
Come back for supper, for this table is hosted
By your hidden voice that you still can’t hear.
The candles are dancing to the song of disappearance.
You see shadows taken by the same beat,
You smile back to yourself…
Your stomach gurgles,
Then the nightingale sneezes a disturbance
That deforms the moon, bathing in the fish puddle.
Yet silence comes back, but this time
With a different definition of being.
You feel as light as the feather
That fell at the interruption of the sneeze.
And you realize how strong
you can be.
Tomorrow tops your passing years,
And loneliness, to your surprise,
Is a physical detachment that leads you inside.
© Ali Saad