Monday, June 20, 2011

The Other

By: Ali Taha Alnobani
© 2011 by Ali Taha Alnobani

The man was walking near the wall
The wall was below the castle
The castle was there
Towering over the forest
Upon the huge dark mountain
Where the birds drew the horizon
With sharp cries
Coming with fairy eyes
Where the criminal puffed on the poet's candle
To achieve his mysterious ecstasy
And to dandle
With his evil devil's fist
"That problem is yours
You love me seven
I give you nine
The world of numbers is mine"
Said the pale stunning ghost
Moving glasses up to his brow
Running with the rude moment upon the show
The poet was silent
But the devil's mouth was O
"How much does that cost
If I have the most
Don’t mix colors
Don't boast
Don’t move your branches like a tree
To me
I have no space to host
I'm the source
With one line course"
The poet smelled the words
Called out the nature's scent
And collected the fields of mint
"Between me and you
There is an idea
Dwelt in the heaven among the stars
In the universes of freedom
With no bars
Every thing has many faces
Every thing has various cases
I'm only trying to discover
Down there and upper
With my little candle
You are the loser
If you can't see the light
You are a loser
If you can't have a sight