Separation

Separation

Music trembling..
by my side
keeps it's fire colors
keep's it's flower
in my suspicious vase.
Music travels away from my world
dosen't come back in it's time
alone...
with step smell i stay
alone in the next day
my wings...dosen't read
dosen't write..
my wings in death
and my worrys almost ready
to kill it.
I didn't notice
how many misery drinks the coffee
how my blood
approches the empty cup
like my suspicious.
I know my madness
blows the sincere tune
and weeping a lot.
-The fire crys my bleeding pain-
The music
will vanish like a glory
the time has come for it
to defeat my soul..

Tarek Nassif
2004