Opaque night

Wonderment thrown to the sea of the oud

Kohl in absence minding a daze left intoxicated

Her content would stream from the driest chanting streak

Eyes surreal in shudders of emotion to desired endearments

Those hidden nights would seem hollow upon deflecting sands

If articulated words would lay next to gatherings of dawn

Telling the deep blue rays fairytales ridden by time

Stallions would flee in the distant stable of a flame

Fell to the calling the carpet set to nights remembered

Of all trials that stay lifted upon small parcels of sleep

Ideas would charmingly join hands in fond matrimony 

Creating images of oceanic life often left behind

Lounging dunes embrace entwined yasmine scents 

Evaporated water eluded forms of immensity 

Touching a glisten of haunted feelings left torn

As bonfire wishes of an opaque night would rest 

If all could be seen through it's memorial sleeve

As in clarity camping a distance in remains 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

How I love the peace of night, the gentleness that comes to life in your words. One can feel the movement of the sands, the stories, the wild stallions. These scents and sounds, how they cover the world in peace, and now desiring so much to see with the clarity of its soft starfires. Beautiful and moving.

[B]

Thank you so much for your review

[An owl on the moon]

I am so thankful you share your poetic soul here.

[Nisreen]

Thank you ...................................