By Fadi Abu Deeb

I found you near a stream

In the night that resembles the taste of water

Between the silver mountains

When the moon was cloaked,

with the color of a dream inside a dream.

you were asking:

“Where do these bright pearls on the breast of the flowing body come from?

How can this coldness be like the bosom of a lover?”

And I was behind, beholding

Planting my answers under the soil

to become redolent buds

/Like the flowers of the evening in the inner streets of the city/

When you have turned your face

to return home,

That which you’ve never showed me its way