Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


A feast without food


The suns and the moons all they know
You will come to see my face
With a dance of a snake
Or with a curb of a wave

When all stars will go for a sleep
The silence only rule
And I will be in the mood of a king
What’s the fun what’s joke, oh my lovely
Without any iota of doubt
You will be my queen of the queen

In the darkness of dead midnight
We will do a feast without food
With your light of cherubic thought

Submitted: Monday, May 27, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013
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