The Mornings Orphan

Alas!

 I am the morning's orphan

The night hugs me to the vigil's refuge

Washed his face by my writing

eyelined my eyes with his kohl

Combed his hair by my pen

Laid on my copybook as bed

Slept on and

My lines as tired weary breasts

Ragged from the harvest's years

My heart is ashtray for smoke secrets

My evenings are expanding

While my morn is dumb

My words are lighting as light

And mirror on the brazen roofs

The vagrant wind is begging

Close to my window

Suddenly my eyes shaken

Then, I sat under the stars shine

After that I thought about flying

I made wings from water

And I soared

           But the night's beloved         

freeze my blurred wings

I loved her pride

And I failed in love with her

Then, my songs altered

And I became a night's foe

I knew that I couldn't fly and

But, I can sung

Aleppo 2006