Silk & Bells

Silk & Bells

At dawn the sun open
the tree country
and realease the birds
and at night
the moon lock them
and release the spirits..
Silk and Bells
i hear a woman voice
open the silent mountain door
takes the ivory lamps to
the temple and altar steps
then she sleep...the guards sleep.
Between...Silk and Bells
produced
lips...wine....lyre
body became mature
in an old man arms
knows the god wine
and the people wine.
Silk and Bells
creat what i see
and see what i creat
undress the secrets...and cover the secrets
i can win over the world
the moment the world losses
my language on the lips made of gold
or light of the flower in the dream tree
at the large memory border
the first memory..
Silk and Bells
I can climbe in the things garden
shine like the full moon
over water..
Dance over the red knife
between..
the earth and heaven.

Tarek Nassif
2004