I saw you close, features clear, discerned.

You are not anyone, not just another face.

Not something seen in passing, ignored or noticed.

Not just something, like litter, noticed in the storm.

For you cannot be that, not someone in a car passing.

A stranger a flash or glimpse

Like falling or fallen stars or a rainbow ending.

No you are a life, a journey, a beautiful song.

You are a masterpiece, a treasured painting.

A holy artifact, a melody for my day times

An anthem for my nights and a precious lullaby.

So how could you just fade away?

Or be lost in the snow storm?

Or be caught in the desert winds, drifting out into endless dunes.

Reclaimed by the hungry sands

That know well your beauty.

That have seen you wild,  Huda.

Oh Princess of Yemeni

Oh Saharan Queen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lost

I saw you beautiful, rest and peace.

You are solace and hope for me.

Sleeping, naked arms, for I knew you

And we sang together our holy song

Not here to be alone but now dancing

And I do not find sin here except in this silence

That you are gone and your voice still

And the music played out and the wind howling

My keening for a storm took you

These sands of your desert

These blizzards of my mountain 

What then is left without your radiant face?

Or the warmth of your heart.

I am grey in the cold room I am silent forever

I am no one and nothing,  here is the tomb.