What of your wine have I taken,
If never I your stem have shaken?
I’d wait till you’d for reasons sway,
Be it even … angrily,
And drops traced your petaled lip,
Leaving little to let one sip.
Tag: Hope
Sky
Amongst the heavens,
Space between my emotions,
Passes just slower.
18th
You are my inevitable inspiration.
At first, you are my language.
Then, you are my tongue.
At last, you are the moment I can’t swallow.
And sometime after that, you are gone.
After 15
I have walked among the clouds,
And where are they now?
There is no welcome to the sky,
That isn’t whispered in your sigh.
A different joy
Sparrows are bells strung
In the unending celebration
Hidden in the wind.
And the wind recites
A thousand pages,
Of a thousand olive trees.
And the olive trees
Drink the sweat
Of my father.
And he holds me.
In his arms still…
As the arms of Palestine.
-Abid
So I wrote this very briefly and didnt think to revise it. It was a result of happiness and relief I felt so briefly in this valley of our struggling reality. Its free as verse gets, and I really like it, Id like to think of it as an entire moment of confession and submission to the honesty of joy. But you may think what kind of joy is this, this joy is hope. So, I hope you enjoy it 🙂
This is a picture of hope I took on the wall in the West Bank.
Songbirds from our Mountain
Blood whistles upon my lips
Like songbirds from our mountain
That make their seldom trips
When Western clouds surround them.
As we rush into our homes,
Crows roam a land alone,
And their song, on what war exhumes…
Until earthen clouds fall undone.
And as we weep a vulture hovers…
My eyes are closed and yours.
Teach me unlike the others…
As gossip on a summer’s doors.
I open my eyes and then I hear
The dry whisper of almond trees.
How can we stay here
Hope is little, the crows are near.
ahorsealone 
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