Fallen

Those hands,

In which the pale moonlight

 Has drew sublimely 
Each trace of your face 

That touch, in which 
the soft wind whispers

 Have given their grace

Blow love closer and pull it back away.

How am I supposed to stay

In the face of danger

In the fire inviting me to play ?

How is it such a heavenly way to hurt

Where the pain is tender 

And the tears shed cry only your name ?

The bird has fallen on his wings

The lion runs to catch

The power left in this unbreakable strings

The wolf hides in the shadows

This love always brings.

        

                              

Sarah Moustafa