Ask Poem by Taher Shemaly

Ask the sands about my sorrow
yes I am who got the broken back
The heart and its burdens follow
the love stories that will never get back
Where is my escape to freedom's meadow
guess got lost, in this world of the black

Yet the sky testify for my tears
as much as the rain drops they are
Not for my sadness they dropp nor fears
but for something holy stands up far
Out of reach, out of mind, out of cheers
sleepless left me, and awakened so far

Ah ye my silverish moon up into heaven
on the lake of my dreams I see your smile
Was is it true or was it not what I've forsaken
the dreams that were to float under your smile
Death seems the only way out now and even
my dreams got caught by the life-end's Nile

Blabbering may I you may say for now
yet when the morrow comes within the sky
You will understand my melancholy's vow
and how much to escape away did I try
O how wide it is that free jail and how narrow
and how many questions for me not answered why?