Elle
She,
The reddish moon
at the sun set;
Far, behind the horizon,
Warm.
With Heavy sleeping
eyes and
The awakenings glance.
She,
The soft timid poem
The drunken beauty
Of the fog
The caring sparking fire
Calming down the
notorious beast
She,
The thunder
The miracle rain
The green land merging
From ice fissures
She,
The profound seas
The soft water ocean
The promising desert
She,
The language
The
zillions future names
The universe thousand secretes
She,
The woman
I adore,
I worship,
And I protect,
She is my temple and my shelter.
Copyright © Atef Ayadi | Year Posted 2007
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