Knots, untie
unfold, as if they were never bound
they collapse, and bond again
The eye
could see memory strings live and die,
and what remains, what dictates,
in a second stopping the world,
is a sigh ...
...
Knots, suddenly untie,
and the eye
can see crystal water
while sorrow still descends
from an unspoken sigh.
Healed by unfolding knots,
my eye
saw for once
from behind mortar.
(May 2003)
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Accompanying music: "Driblets of Light"
- Original by JMC *Jalal's Musical Compositions*
- Image: by Robert Glenn Scharein
Here we go Maysoun.. exploding feelings like oases in the arid desert of the soul. Keep puring those feelings into the ink. It makes a curve. Never underestimate it. Cheers my dear friend.