Author: had1atallah

In the firelight

Her lips and her eyes

Were alive

With her fear

She let one man

Step out of the

Regular thought

And pattern

“…I know.” he said. “I have heard our Father tell of it.”

From under the short skirt, 

we see a line. 

An idea glowing there. 

From now on we will 

have new clothes.

…She could her the wind calling to her.

Life either kills you 

and takes away your 

rifle or gives you the 

only the chance in the world. 

…And then he was gone.

Forgiveness is a keg full 

with fine quality wine; notice 

how the eyes bow to its 

wonderful aroma.

…You must see that he does not cry.

Songs have been made 

to the sea in anger, 

to the sea in calm. 

And the melody of the song 

was the Tiffany blue water 

and the little scuttling fish 

that flitted by and were gone.

…And with little waves on the shore came the distant barking of dogs.