[]” Illusions ”[]

[]” Illusions ”[] She came back, With a flower bouquet , Telling me to stay,, Drawing lines mapping my way, Word of talks in worlds, Facing my back, showing her ray Holding my back, Grieving my lack, Telling me to stay,, Trust may say in signs and signs, Was not that pointing? for roads to drown or even to lay,, Showing hidden and extension lines, Reveling my secrets, Extending the play, Picturing those slots, Telling the faith I got,, Converting faces in nights and day,, Extending routed lines, link my soul to her survey, pleasing your desires,, and higher me defrays, Show not much of faith Neither the facts she follows Nor the secrets covered way, Pealing my thoughts, and you Recalling my sailing boat, to the depth of me to certifies methods of your theory you say days comes by an oceans of lights, Crossing the molly waves, in lands of sites The driest meanings of dusty noon’s on bay,, Singles, doubles, trebles,, Ant matter of being a theft and run no way,, Looking in souls, what senses will still be they,, Illusion distance, last only a foot away, Memories of writers in books, or novels, keep rolling a part match not the do and doing not what it say cheep gating, when the feeders are so Stating both aims to feed the mined and the living game, The truth come of the ending gains not the certain of pay,, Drowning you in words, and letters , Or/and mine in shatters, when jotting, the living that last well, keep that wealthy stay Looking at you in me and flitter, as a blade scratching, bleeding, cutting, sorting, the deepest, cases matters, wont last in a fragmented wendy, day,,, Telling me, about me, waited much so long, to see the show and written song, I sang for long, snagged in arms, I long, not a new rhythm in a sailor soul, a pit, not a distance away My musk is so light for you to see, shads and shadows in much of faith, neither the facts that flows nor the secrets covered clearly hinted inlay,, Trusting you forever true I do, and, I follow my innate grasping my faith Learning you and me, together not a hate, but, proceed, you say, On land of the trust and truth, in skies, and loses, of minds and watery, valise of truth of couldn’t and could be a part of clay the truth, you want, I want it for you, with the trust of me, and me in you no matters or gaps of liven or a pay, The a flower bouquet is a statues of being, and gifts love share like me in you,, I’m coming back with flower bouquet Forcing my sailor soul to cross the night to the day,,, --------------------------------------------------}----}----} -------------------------------------------}-----} ----------------------------------------}---} Sun of Sa Written September 23rd, 2001 © on Oct 15 2001 08:02 AM PST, ِِAli M.AlSaihati   0 • 13