Woman In Spell

Nothing pleases me .. Neither you...

I am not satisfied, I would have never came here if I knew.

It was all an illusion, nothing was true..

I was walking in the abandoned dreams that never existed. Believing I was born from a phoenix shining feather.

When I met her, I remember there was a severe change in the weather.

But I couldn't remember her name .. Haley, Helen or even Heather.

I felt somewhere else, as if struck by a magical woman spell.

Time passed on an eagle's back, When she left in my sky a huge crack.

The cloud up in the fields of my mind decided to hack, the heavenly beauty of the woman in black.

She was so beautiful in the light, but more in the dark.

Tested by the truth, I had to submit to her art.

Nothing was clear.. The moon , the sun, everything was sublime.

She was wearing a scar on her neck, made from the fabric of space and time.

Her angelic sadness spoke to me;" Do not battle with the unseen shining star."

I stood on the wind, trying to improvise my wisdom.

Suddenly I became the woman in spell's victim..

In hopes my magic words will rescue me, and make me in her field a victor.

I rebelled and locked a glance into her black whole eyes

while them trying to cast their enchanted whisper.

"I am a prophet of love, sending you the message of beauty.

This is my miracle.. -My Words-..

Witness them walking on the water, fulfilling their duty.

Splitting the seas.. baffling the Christian, the Muslim, and even the Yahudi"

She couldn't resist but ask, like the ending phase of a curious moon's task:

"And who is your God? be brave and unmask."

"My God is a poet prosing the poetry of truth

Through the voice of a prophet, that knows only how to sooth

The One that raised me carefully, since the days of Beyrouth ..

The love in the air we breathe, the beauty that shines in that heart of yours

That spark of energy in the human youth..

The supreme lover, the personality of hope, the eternal fruit..

In the name of God, the Love, the Beauty, the Peace.. that is what I truly choose."

The sublime has faded...

Two angels worked their departing rituals.

And I was no longer able to make my ideas with hers mutual.

Thousands of years have passed here, and I couldn't forget that moment.

It was so rare..

In hopes I can fly back there, and surf the waves of the sea, tiding by her hair.

I am not satisfied Oh God... that is not so fair..

Bring her back.. let me be for her eyes a stare...

Open the gates of the sky, send me your heavenly stair..

And I'll open my heart and share the riddles of life with her..

Written by Hassan Ismail

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