Poetry remains my haven
Verses that I dwell in
And they dwell in me
My sentiments flow in them
My blood pours in my ink
I search for myself
Reshape my world
Live my full liberty
Draw my feelings
Pull away with my imagination
Elevate to touch the sky
Tickle the clouds
And the rain falls in my palms
I sit with the moon
Collect the stars
Ornament with them the trees
I love you the way I want
Whenever I want
And summon the spring in winter
I become complete in the presence of inspiration
And in its absence I'm in a state of division
I glow in the presence of the poetry’s devil
And in his absence I'm in a state of disorientation
I don't know if my poetry for you
Is because I love you
Or I love you to write poetry
I don't know if the geniality of what I write
Is from my mind or from the Valley of Abqar*
But I know that poetry in my life
Is a desire, gift and estimated destiny
*(In Arab Myths Abqar is the valley where the devils of poetry live)
