Waiting

Somewhere I don’t know! The beautiful swan is sailing Toward the secret island of Love without hailing .. Sailing and sailing and sailing .. The poor lovely swan is crying silently and straining And over the waves Neither fearful nor wailing.. She is constantly sailing There somewhere I don’t know towards the secret garden of Love: Sailing and sailing and sailing .. But somewhere I know Lovely swan! I am crying silently too! I feel lonely without you! And my compass is fading and failing .. Somewhere I know Lovely swan! My time is getting lost and my life is desperately waning .. Somewhere too! I guess there is no need for us to know! The deep blue sea is cold and ailing.. Maybe it is crying silently too for the sun to rise above you and me and above the secret island of Love. As for the flying birds singing in cages, The sky is from time to time raining and “prayingly” waiting for them to look up and say something utterly good! Somewhere I don’t know! That beautiful swan is sailing Toward the secret island of Love without hailing .. Sailing and sailing and sailing .. But then the storm keeps a different scenario to make  For those hearts to break Before anyone should make a footprint on the secret island. Now, isn’t it time to be awake? Chokri Omri (Tunisia)