He lets me listen, when he moves me, <br />Words are not like other words <br />He takes me, from under my arms <br />He plants me, in a distant cloud <br />And the black rain in my eyes <br />Falls in torrents, torrents <br />He carries me with him, he carries me <br />To an evening of perfumed balconies <br /> <br />And I am like a child in his hands <br />Like a feather carried by the wind <br />He carries for me seven moons in his hands <br />and a bundle of songs <br />He gives me sun, he gives me summer <br />and flocks of swallows <br />He tells me that I am his treasure <br />And that I am equal to thousands of stars <br />And that I am treasure, and that I am <br />more beautiful than he has seen of paintings <br />He tells me things that make me dizzy <br />that make me forget the dance and the steps <br /> <br />Words…which overturn my history <br />which make me a woman…in seconds <br />He builds castles of fantasies <br />which I live in…for seconds… <br />And I return…I return to my table <br />Nothing with me… <br />Nothing with me…except words<br /><br />Nizar Qabbani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-310/
