Tomorrow when you look for me
you’ll know I’m gone…
and will never be back
Tomorrow when you look for me ...
among the scents of the morning breeze
the mosaic of my alphabets, gone forever,
will flirt with your imagination
the foam of your coffee will fall asleep in the cup
no longer having any space in my mornings
Tomorrow when you look for me ...
in the corridors of your spacious house
the braids of silk sheets will answer you
they won’t relent nor move towards your dream
They have been soaked in the torrents of pain
and inscribed wrinkles in the frontiers of memory
...Tomorrow when you look for me
,in the folds of my dress, adorned with colors of peace
,it will be torn at the flint door
and tell its tales to my white ring
...about the blind weaver
,who knitted as she ululated out of pain
and that it was the widow of joy who unashamedly put it on
...Tomorrow when you look for me
beside the marble fireplace and the chisel
the firewood will reiterate the tune notes of my dance
...to the harps of abandonment
...reminded
by the echo of neighing tears upon the bed of dreams
...Tomorrow when you look for me
in the harbors of the Seine
on the Pont Des Arts
in the Eiffel Tower
...I will board the old yacht on the great Nile
meet my friend, the dreamy Cleopatra
to wear the waves of her pink eye kohl
so that eyelashes may grow that never get wet
...Tomorrow when you look for me
You’ll know that I’ve migrated away from you
severed the line of longing
tore up my passport
and lost the keys of nostalgia
for I boarded the vessel of groaning
in the expanse of Sinbad
...never to come back
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My language is Arabic, I hope the translation is good
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