Nov 7, 2011
When you left, beauty stowed away in your heels
And joy slept with your ironed dresses
So what you left is somebody who kneels
May he find a hair of your tresses
I am sad like the jaundiced leaves of winter
And desperate like the ultimate quest,
Useless like the small splinter
When scattered from the rest.
I have no dreams by night but your seraphic countenance
Lethal darkness never hides your lit eyes
With love and tear, neither does long distance
Prevent my ear from hearing your heart‘s cries.
As the rain comes and quenches the avid lands
As survival rope is tossed to the drowner’s hands
As the convalescent child rejoins his friends
You should come so that the world stands
Rafik el Fehem.