splendor of sun was just starting <br />to shine the Pyramid's darkest chambers <br />love we are about to search <br />it now has its own masked warriors <br /> <br />this would not be a righteous destination <br />for adventuring in a state of peace <br />looking thousand years older <br />than it had the time before <br /> <br />I give you at least a last chance <br />so that you would not disappear <br />without realizing how much I had love you <br /> <br />despite all those walls <br />I felt an irresistible passion <br />to face day with you forever <br /> <br />we could share what we had left locked <br />and do everything right that <br />we had done wrongly yesterday <br /> <br />a solo oboe <br />was serenading Winter nights <br />singing the same ballade <br />again and again <br /> <br />each note was an act of grateful <br />for the moments stolen from the heart <br />the melody carried as deep as it had to <br />and achieved a supernatural resonance <br /> <br />(dedicated to a poet friend at poemhunter, Kuji Soliman)<br /><br />Ahmad Shiddiqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scroll-1/
