He Is

He Is

He is the one
awaken the sleeping silent whisper in my Cheeks.
He is the one
who bowed when he saw me.
Kneeled in my hands
He is the one
from the springs dream.
From my bleeding wounds entered me.
From all the Lilies which tought me exultation.
He is the one
who spread his love,coming from me to me.
He is the one
surrounded by my tenderness,with promise tempted me.
If he is away,my Eyelash lives the misery.
He is the one-From his sea-I bath,
and wash all my dresses.
He is the one
when the star calls me,
my all vanes squeezed by the dress.
When he was a child,
the dress was very long .
When he grew up,
the dress became very short.
He decided to gift it
to the Sun.

* TAREK NASSIF *

2004