My Valentine
I wrote down a plan
For valentine day;
A revolutionary one.
I do not need a Saint to tell me how to feel,
What to do, or how to dream.
The world is crowded with corrupted living saints
And the echo of others sacrificed.
I am broke,
It is cold,
No goods, and no means,
Eileen lives somewhere in this planet, and
I still live at the edge of the universe.
It is not about a glimpse of hope,
The speed of light,
Or the Gods’ power.
These are not the ideals I am considering, and
It is not about that
At all!
It is a pure human matter;
I mean, something between to lovers.
Eileen needs something different.
Diffrent from the past years
Completely different;
Cause’ she is in constant metamorphose.
It is about renewing the satyres of our heart’s beats,
Creating a tsunami of new feelling,
An unresolved dispute of our hands, and
Lips’ pride.
It is about sending the ocean’s tides back to the moon;
It is about sending back the sand and the dunes back to the desert;
It is about sending a valentine gift to unknown address.
So, I wrote a a happy Valentine wish;
I read it with a loud whisper at the sunrise
So the ether can take it
To the horizon;
Cause’ Eileen never misses the sunrise
As well as listening to beats coming from the horizon.
Copyright © Atef Ayadi | Year Posted 2007
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