Song of the Palm Trees
There stood some twenty palm trees
Or maybe eighteen
Each with two shadows
From the sun and from the moon
All Dancing in rotation
Crawling and braiding
with Arms of ink
And beads of gold
A universe of a kaleidoscope
Of broken mirrors
And turning swords
And in this web of shadows
There stood an empty house
With curtains of linen
And windows of wind
All started to sing
The song of the palm trees
And their shivering fronds
Like a stormy sea
Of chains and rings
And all what was hidden
In darkness or glare
A sacred little universe
All dancing in the air
Was it for real ?
All these moving things
I've may never written
A poem
Or a verse
On this life in words
Or this life in motion
Now gone forever
Or was never there
Copyright © Ammar Khammash | Year Posted 2015
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