AWAKENING

AWAKENING
Poem by Mahmoud Said Kawash

The birds of ---sleep--- that used to cover me have migrated
And the meeting of my eyelids ended with farewell
Awakening that made life blood flowing in my body
The grains of day saught with their cloak among the cracks of the sky
Their white locks caressed the darkness of this blackness
Until the young night despaired of the dream of youth
And my life began to wait the announcement of its old age with the threads of morning
Like the light of candles that burn more when they are about to end
The singing of birds offers me some hymns of death
In vain I try to snatch a life in which the pulse of the hours slows down
I get lost in a long silence, perhaps I will realise the sound of its steps
But they are the hymns of the streams of dawn that permeate my sky
I melt, surrendering to the hurricane of destruction
But it is the pulse of life that continues to call me until it envelops the remains of my pulse
Pulses calling the soul to liberate the prisons of the night
To scream with its revolution
To embrace the torment in its fist
To explode the tears bound in the depths so that they may burn forever
The sighs scream in succession drowning in the seas of the sky
The prisoners of words are released from the slumber of the dark caves
To break all the chains of silence and melt the harshest snows of torment
Thirst will never reach the roots of my patience again
And my silence will not be crucified on walls exhausted by groaning
And no matter how much the area of space extend
I will continue to scatter them where no one’s hands can contain them
And they fall upon them, expressing all the pain in them
No one will feel them but me
If only they would realise their final refuge and fall a---sleep--- until the morning melts
To return with the spectres Sunsets embrace again
Coming to me in a flock of evenings
Falling inside me like drops of an autumn thirsty for my quenching
Then the night’s cloak blossoms with the flowers of the stars
My life is born anew at the beats of my stillness
My eyelids meet
And blackness returns announcing with the loudest whisper
The birth of the darkness of this youth!!

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