The Eyes Of An Angel

The Eyes of an Angel
I awoke in a serene, calm, and peaceful place.I felt warm sunlight touching me as an animal emerging from darkness.Is it that my eyes decive me?There was meadows of green luscious grass and flowres with the most hypnotizing scent.In the distance I saw light, but it shined brighter than any diamond and with the feel of silk on rough skin.As I approached, I felt golden rays energizing my week, and powerless body.Could it be an angel? My god it was an angel.She had the skin as white as snowflakes and eyes as blue as the heavens itself.Her wings were glazed with feathers of the soul. When she spoke it was like music that was being heard to deaf ears. Then she spoke.Her words were, one is not supposed to be here. Suddenly I awoke with a killing pain.
Tarek Nassif

17/4/2007

Confession

Confession
When morning penetrates through my window, and i long to your eyes meadow i wear my wings, and i take the chance towards the impossible. And whenever the desperate walls becomes more closer,and the evening rains with sadness, i return to your eyes books to read there the verses of happiness.
Tarek Nassif

16/4/2007