Wind of late April 

            breeze of early May,

            moist and warm to feel, 

            soft and wet to touch,

            and hard to hold onto.

            Careless on the hill,

            dancing in the  meadows, 

            bending the tall grass

            around  thick bushes,

            tiptoes to a dance,

            Restless by the water

            I dream and pray,

            to cling onto her,  

            lift into clouds, and ,

            blend in the beyond.

            Lands in the twilight,

            in the evening haze,

            lingers in the sand,

            whispers a song, and 

            holds of me by hand,

             Dizzy and dazzled.

            We play on the  pebbles,

             drift in the water,

             copper and tin twined       

            with knees and hands.

             In waves of silver,

             drums of  far lands,

             milk, honey and wine,

             we hold firm and  tight, 

            deep shades of the night.

            In the mist of dawn,

           she sails away slowly,     

            leaving me behind,

            to drift slowly ashore,

            drowned in love!

           H. Hemami, 2007