Eyes playing in the void

And---

O how many words!

The stream of your words

Never ends

Reflections of a mirror's

Reflection

Enveloped in the viscous odour

Of vanity's shallow perfume

With the cold heartless beauty

Of an artificial flower

I love you today

And I forget you tomorrow

Powerless the attraction

Of your imported treasures

You wear them today

And you are a stranger tomorrow

Unknown

To your own heart

You dream of the breeze in your open hair

But the hamsin to you

Became a stranger

The scorching sun

And the raging wind

That does whisper and cry

A desert night's charged coldness

And its heavy starlit hijab

The tea kettle's scent

In the early hours

Of morning

The coffee that welcomes

The guest

The austere tenderness

Of a she-camel's milk

And the sweetness of a love

In which earth and sky live

The abode of a freedom

Which in itself

Is infinite

Boundless

The freedom

You have

Never known

And the love

You shall never

Be able

To give