Saturday, October 27, 2012

shores and two fish

(a father's wish on his deathbed)

Would you be a friend on my deathbed?
Will you be my granting wishes as if it pleases you?
They say , the way to know humans
is when you travel at your lowest ebb and on the day you die
Will you be my relative ?
All I ask is the beach , the shore and the waves
the sight of the sun mirroring these waters
and two fish I'll eat as I let go of everything
you gave to me

Friday, October 26, 2012


I was a baby when I was dreaming of big cribs
a little girl when I was thinking of spaces
spaces where dunes and deserts can reach my eyes
and I stood right in the grass even hills and mountains
im right here in my dream and I haven't noticed it
i must not think of dreams
they are real i am awake
my eyes are closed in this dream

Death is closer

Death is closer
than the voice of youth
from the first gaze of light
to the doors of choices
with death there is no
no losing of the past
only a tomorrow

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

curiosity to death

Lightning is special it comes and it goes in darkness
Not like a thief but like a flicker in total dimness
As if to close its eyes and open
Making you shiver not in delight but fear
Walking on tree the scent of soil deliver nothing
but curiosity to leaves
and life has curiosity to death
this is a heart it is true and is dead

Saturday, October 20, 2012


prayers in crystal arabic
spoons made of life
smoking words in paper
burning to the sight of honor