Sweet Memories ! / (post #525)

The evening was hazel and velvety .
The clouds were at the edge of the horizon.
Their colors seemed violet , pinkish occasionally.

At other times their colors change to purple ,
Even like majestic sun flowers and lilies.

The clouds in my beloved village where l grow up ,
Moved like ocean’s waves kissing the shores eagerly .

They used to give me beautiful sense of serenity.
The stars ,the moon illuminated our nightly festivity.

All the villagers were happy ,the village was a lake of ecstasy .

Jalal Michael Sabbagh-https://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com

Princess of the Oasis !

Scatter lilies and roses over her tomb.
They Might miraculously r e b l o o m .
Sprinkle on it attar and Parisian perfume.

Water it with vintage wines she used to consume.
Burn Turkish,Persian incense and Tajiq cinnamon,
So sadness might fade away with it’s bitter gloom.

Sing and shout as hard as you can,
Let the skies hear your lamentation and loom.

Recite her beloved lovers stories and epics ,
Knights ,kings ,merchants and few Peasants.

She left behind her riches and gold heirloom,
Memories of those nights at the ballroom .

Please don’t shed on her not even one tear,
Don’t give her sad or pitiful glare.
Princess went where she wanted to be ,
In the kingdom of the lost S o u l s ,
Despite her earthly glory she missed her goals.

(( Its not the riches we leave behind ,its the character that is bright and right.
Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com ))