Treasure Island

Fatima Nusairat

(Jordan)

Asleep In Silence House


between breath and growl of pulse
Between absence and the silence cry
Repeats for long hours,
Things that have been said, at night,

Things he knows it was dream
Never been created, and he,
The creature, who never knows
What to do over the shores of silence,
But to place traps for the night

Sleeping in the silence house as absence!
Sleeping as unleashed raft on sea,
Following god trace, which ascend
From sea lung, where high up there

A clear call - on the- last evening thresholds,
And where high up there
Love lives which from silence starts,
Sweetness seed and its sap

Submitted: Sunday, April 20, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 21, 2014

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