Write Me

Write Me


Write me down on your love walls
above the Eyelid of the sun and rains
Write me down on the stons books
on the letters scent..or even
on the flowers nectar.
Draw me down
on the hanging history book
between the scattered lines
on the trembling flower buds
beneath the dew drops,
cause my soul searching
for the holy glass
for the sky desert sand
for the dust soul musk.
Iam the sky from nonexistence.
Iam a soul filled with light,
like the morning wishes filling the peaks.
Iam that voice calling
from the heart of the existence,
lighting up the heart of darkness
a shooting star.
Iam the bright lightning
from the dark coulds..
So hear my prayer..
Hear my calling..
Look for the mercy,
cause iam that cross
on which all those who loves
will be crucified
cause iam the good Shepherd
leading my sheeps towards your greenish.
Draw me on a spike,
on the board of wishes.
Write me a cloud
wrapped by the moon wing,
and erase my lines
with the time eraser,
and scatter me among the fog
of the legend love
and shining pictures.

Tarek Nassif
14/5/2007