Vision
Vision
By: Moaen shalabia
I assumed my friend
That reading poetry
Could be an amazement or a fancy or a whisper of fire
And I assumed my gorgeous
That writing poetry
Could be a thought or a vigor or a drive
And I assumed my love
That femininity
Could be a smoothness in detection or a tremble of astonishment
And I assumed my princess
That your monstrous reunion
Could be a flair or dose of amber
And I assumed that sadness my precious
Is a country like all the mirrors and all the seas
And I assumed my murdered, that death is wrapped By all the aspect of coming of age, and it could fill the void
And I assumed that passion my inspirer, is a language
That comes swiftly without waiting
And I assumed that dreaming my mistress
Is an old obsession that never stops spinning
And that the soul and that the body my captivator
Is a flute on the fondness of the day
However, I have never assumed
That your eternal leaving
Would terminate the place and end the time
And that my ascension to my abyss
Would be for love
Even if it was suicide