Sleep

Sleep

Sleep
Say nothing
Thank you
Where does this pain come from
Here I am
Wait

Enter quietly
Time is set for a wide kind of
amusement
like slurping the horizon with a
spoon
or like a man waving to
travelers
bidding themselves farewell.
Time enough for me and you.
Solitude
is an absolute sovereign
picking at delicacies
with fork and knife.

AuthorFaraj Bou al-Isha
2018-08-21T17:23:34+00:00 January 1st, 2003|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 30|0 Comments