MEMORIES THAT CAME TO MIND

MEMORIES THAT CAME TO MIND
Poem by Mahmoud Said Kawash

These days, memories keep coming back,
Chasing me in every corner and place,
Wherever I turn and move.

They keep coming back and dancing on the walls of my heart,
After having abandoned it for a long time,
During which I thought you would never return,
And that I would never yearn for you again.

Here I am, remembering those vivid moments
That teased my soul and drummed a thousand melodies,
Anthems, and much more, on the drums of my loving heart.

I remember those moments when you stormed in from distances
That were enough to make me a wonderful woman
Under the weight of everything beautiful, exciting, and honest.

I remember how my story was a home that never knew sadness,
From our first meeting until a melancholy gripped me,
Born of an involuntary moment of distraction,
Unforeseen and unpredictable.

I remember every little thing as if it were happening now.
I remember our early meetings,
As dawn spun its threads in the meadows
And dew wiped the eyes of spring.

I remember how I strutted and swaggered beside you like a peacock,
Wearing ivory pants and a rainbow-striped shirt.

I remember how my hair flowed down my back,
Dancing with the wind
As if it were playing symphonies of love and the flames of longing,
And how it was adorned with a white rose,
Heralding the meanings of peace, serenity, security, and safety,
Heralding the approach of a life full of loyalty,
Untainted by any trace of misery, pain, sadness,´-or-grief.

I remember how your eyes followed me everywhere, in every -dir-ection,
As if the world was created only for us,
And how we would relive past memories,
Caressing the string of hopes on promising, bright, and newborn mornings,
And how I would hear your voice neighing with the splendour of those sparkling and glowing feelings and emotions,
And how we were united by a trembling eagerness and the pleasure of a pulse drunk
And wandering between fire and wedding roses,
And on the features of our faces a smile would be drawn,
Looming over time to infuse the meaning of true love,
Whose sweetness still haunts my lips,
Which have always been intoxicated by the pleasure of that love
And your pleasure.

I remember pretending to be naïve
Enjoying those touches
Counting those kisses,
Yearning for more,
While my lips touched that elegant mustache
I had always loved and adored,
The scent of Paris wafting from its folds.

I remember that when you took me into your arms
With the eagerness of a thief,
The earth would swirl around me a thousand times
And when you held me gently so I could rest on your shoulder
And receive those tender glances,
The world would stand still around me.

Only daydreams can pull me out of those memories
And make me feel that I am still here,
And that you are still firmly rooted in my heart,
You are the pulse of my arteries,
Its place of comfort,
And the enchanting melody of my heart.

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