Carving the frontiers of your consciousness
A marvellous serenade of whispers unfolding brightness under the shadow of the sweeping stars
The oasis besides you –dry sullen waters, palm trees, tongues of flames,
and my memories of Africa.
You had been judged as promiscuous, unseen and perplex
by those square minds who did not get the wholeness of this world.
Your keenness on adventure, your playfulness,
a fault to them.
Your Arabian nights and African zephyrs,
the tigers and lions of a heart in turmoil.
An empty room flooded with waves and violet horizons
A white paper to be filled with children’s colours.
From the tropics to the two poles,
from east to west, you
A dwelling genius drifting among mountains and oceans in quest of its other half.
Never knew where it came from that fading day
An eclipse and an encounter in the mists of the red sea.
Two solitary warriors of different worlds in an unknown land,
retiring weapons, retiring resistance.
Two different languages encountering true romance in the granite teeth of the desert fossils.
Between the midnight and the dawn
Tongues of flame
Hold on, hold on
Nothing is good, nothing is bad
It is just a question of interconnected cells embracing the imperfect real.
Here, now, always
In the silent twilight.