The sun went away,
Taking its light
And its daily secrets,
Its chores, the heavy ones
And the light.
The overtired souls
Fell asleep and i stayed up
Alone,busying myself.
My pen, exhausted,
Allowed itself a break
While, lonely, I waited
For you to come,to rise
From where you were.
But you didn’t care
About my drooping eyes.
You didn’t come!
****
The nightly silence
was not silent anymore;
It revealed its nocturnal
Souls’ give- and- take.
The sound of the crickets
Outside seemed close to me;
I could imaging their gestures
Trying to hold my mind
In their very captures,
Trying to keep me company
But apart from yours,
I didn’t want any.
Yet, you didn’t come!
****
Not far away,an owl
seeming lonely, like me,
Called from the outside tree;
I wondered if it was to call
Its lover nearby,
Or it tried to console me;
But it’s you i wanted
To be consoled by!
But you didn’t disdain to come.
****
Close to my window,
The cats’mews tore
The short silence
That was to follow,
Opting for the night’s privacy
Out of the human sight,
Or out of the female decency.
I waited for you to come,
To take me away from listening
To their love fair,
But you didn’t care;
You didn’t come.
****
In the house next door,
A baby’screams went right
To my loving heart,
Went very deep.
I felt like soothing its hunger,
I felt like enfolding it, lulling it asleep,
Caressing its soft head,
Taking it back to its sweet dream.
And I felt like being caressed by you;
But i called and you dared not answer;
You didn’t take the trouble come!
****
Now, the dawn- prayer duties call;
Don’t bother yourself at all;
It’s too late for me to recieve you;
Now, I should be alert
For my prayer; don’t disconcert!
Oh, sleep! My eyes can do without you,
Can overcome your didain so far;
My mind can resist in waiting;
For, the night is worth contemplating.
Oh, sleep! Needless to come now!
Just stay afar!
Photo by Yassine Abouyaala
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