By Fadi Abu Deeb
The branches of the fig tree starts to break
They are smashed by aerial quakes
I run with my full strength along our dark lane/
With its open ending toward a huge grey moon,
while my mind tries to guess the relation between the flow of the air and the fragrance of the dream
Then, I fly
I just fly
In the open space…
I close the door
Its collision with the threshold has the delicious sound of the silent safety
In the upper chamber,
The flying floating one,
that distances itself,
You’re smiling as I ever knew you
O daughter of unerasable youth!
This time, you don’t shy away of your small almost-apparent breast
Do I need to ask you what does it signal to?
You say it’s the sun of your inner orbits
Then, I am quenched
As a sun travelling to a new distant galaxy
With a pure,
//unbeknownst yet to the iconic worlds//
You bring me the good news,
that the power of the Most High will overshadow me,
And that the born within me will be the one who walks/
on the edge of our nocturnal valley.
On the edges of our empty village he stands.
The immanent within all of the elements emerges and blows
And I myself become a blissful storm