The Arab

I am an Arab yet what does that mean?
An image construed deep in dream?
For many have written but seldom lived
The life of an Arab to be forsaken with

Is the Arab a “we” or an “I”?
A place indiscernible to the eye?
Is the Arab condemned to politic and war?
A doubting man never quite sure?

Enigmatic the Arab though he can be seen
A distant image, a lost dream
A man adrift, forever defined
By empty souls and careless minds

But a word?

Words are but empty vessels afloat at sea reaching for shore…

…illness searching for cure…

…body void of limb…

…at the mercy of the winds.

From where her hips flowed

Her hips flowed into her legs like a river to a sea, into which they joined her soft feet fitted sublimely into Italian-made shoes that could only be described as delicately designed, desirable and deliciously delectable soles planted onto a heavenly earth that awaited her every step with bated breath. Oh what an indelible impression the ground would savour as she walked her seductive journey!

Nature’s way

If nature were a song, you would be her voice
If life had but one gift, you would be its choice
If the road had one path, you would lead the way
And as I sleep tonight, I know you will make my day

They say…

They say nothing shines brighter than the sun
Though I believe I know someone who does

It is also said that nothing glows more radiant than a moon-lit sky
No doubt they have yet to see you smile

They say there is nothing more precious than the air we breathe
A shame they have not made the effort to make your acquaintance

They also say, amazingly, that angels only dwell in heaven
Well I guess they did not count on you

The hand that touches the heart

Sacred your spirit to me
Forever your soul will touch mine
Eternally our hearts shall beat
As sure as the passing of time

Everything

The sun may not shine
The birds may not sing
But with you by my side
I have everything