And in the beginning we are like little princes for all foxes are the same to us.
But now I know your face and nothing can replace that,
I know your voice, that in its gentleness caresses me with honeyed tones.
And in this I know redemption.
But too your anger is barbed wire that tears across my heart as if you hate me.
But I know you my love and remember the pull of you in the beginning.
This desire to know more, this hope that your heart would be beauty to me
And the dream that you would save deep smiles and warmest gazes for me.
And I know you my love for I have looked on your for hours.
I have walked by your side waiting to hear each note of your voice.
Hoping that your words would bless me and your heart call to mine.
Even in the night when you were gone I hoped for your song like a call of whales across dark oceans.
Like a memory of love in the crowed alienation of our lonely city.
For I know you my love and would know you more
Come now: walk with me this while.
(With thanks to Antoine de Saint – Exupery “The Little Prince”)
Songs for Huda 