Down the Mountain

Down the mountain Were sound travels quickly Away in horizon, Were sun rise lazy above the clump Where fear, hides underneath two rivers of fire and water. Down the mountain a shadow different than shadows Whenever noon stands, Sick shadow in front of me, walks above dusty road. My hands were clinging to clouds Dug up the earth, For calls from homeland, A homeland were still the scene of blood In the glow of morn! My lips were not yet Recovered from counting- It was about a thousand, After thousand Puzzled weighted poems Governed by rhymes Governed by love or war Could it be I never know as well, said Zeus, as well responded Helen. Down the mountain Dream was born amid nebula's collar, was a winged, Cleaves east deserts Night after night, Gone lost, where lost in sand a golden homeland. Written by © Fatima Nusairat