Soul Of Solitude

The thief who steals the soul of solitude from the womb warmth
The silencer of our fear
Our infant who replaces himself in place of the death 
light of scream,the cautious and manic 
who traveled with the beings sadness .


The writing evil
The soul washer who named by the name of  his ethereal owner 
who is light on the palms.


Voice of this globular mercy which thirsty for the elixir of fertility    
servant of delirium that sleeping on our coasts
who exploded since an extinct era 
blinded our obsessions and bandaged our intellect by his secret flash,
So our vision stretched 
and we took our salt from the darkness of this heavy earth. 

We were trundling the seeds of sleeping on our legs
to sleep for a while 
or waving to the open with what chains us
apportioning the poor wheat in our nests 
and release the soul bird which abducted the day 
and left filled with water of creation
distributed the beautiful starfishes in the space of our heads
seduced our lover whom I adorned with the pearls of the mirage sea
which spread the time to her femininity
and preferred to kiss the glint of silver on her bracelets.


He girthed the wind 
and began to sharpen it with the stones of volcanoes
retrieved the enthusiasm of his tremor ,
shut his shadow ,
and cried,  
learned to be a butterfly, 
or a finger groping the lips in the acme of their tremble,


He suffered our wound
and tried to intensify the proportion of flight in our orbits 


He is the wine maker ,
the bashful ,
the closed,
who is thrown on our thresholds
the reader of our dream ,
and the heir of our wisdom
who looks like the cosmic being of freedom
he who floods with the flavor of victory 
and bloodied from the wounds of our women dressed up in weddings 
white.


The saint of the planets 
the guardian of words ,
this pagan reader,
this swarthy who woven by the body of life,
this child ,
the cluster of love.


The sea treasurer who opened the space
and vanished in a moon 
named after him 
so he looked transparent
so his lights were straggling 
celebrating us
denuded our windows from the masked night 
and woke up calling on a new time
which is empty from the solitude of time . 

Author's Note

If there any basic mistakes please tell me - I don't like courtesies