FOR HIS EYES I WISHED TO BE ALL WOMEN

FOR HIS EYES I WISHED TO BE ALL WOMEN
Mahmoud Said Kawash

My destiny is to live in the dream of meeting him
My destiny is for my soul to lice in the caves of waiting for him
I feel him revive me
He settles in my being
And the ringing of the phone of life announces the appointment to me
So I rise up, gathering from my soul the features of his voice
And the features of his words that were drawn on my face
And I begin to revive my features in front of the mirror
I imagine myself the flower of his spring that he yearns for
So confusion overtakes me and my mind is confused
With what do I cover my branch and how does he like to see me?
For his eyes I wished to be all women
Do I wear the spirit of a spring smile
The breezes of a summer night
The mystery of an autumn flower
Or the stillness of winter’s warmth
My clothes are less than to translate the desires of his eyes
I wear my clothes listening to the songs of his love that revive my longing for him
So I send him my burning longings
To burn the remnants of time between me and him
My joy flies around me, raging through the stillness of my skies
Which spaces will accommodate my madness when I see him?
My moment stopped at the ticking of the clock
Announcing the birth of the meeting
Embracing my flowers that I watered from the pulse of my life to give them to him
And I removed from them all the thorns of existence and shouted my love
Yes, I miss you
As if I only lived my life to wait for that moment
The ticking of the clock alerts me to the birth of the meeting
No
The ticking of the clock wakes me up for death
Woe to me from my dream
I feel the frost of my eyes
When his eyelids embraced the light of life
The warmth is gone
The dream has melted
He went away from me and left me behind, gathering my longings for him
I silently passed Silence is my-limit-
But I couldn’t bear it
I begged the night to quench my thirst
Even with grains of fog
I begged the moon to shine as a sun
Maybe he will come, maybe he will come
I begged life to return
Just for a few moments
I begged my soul not to hear the pulse of the hours
I begged fate to give me a moment of joy
Enough with my sighs
I begged my eyelids to embrace the depths of my eyes
So that I may ---sleep---
Maybe I will see him again
Maybe he will come
Maybe I will meet him!!

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