My heart was frail dancing on fire
The sun and moon casted a boon
Stars twingled weary on the lyre
And sere trees slept on the tune

Stilleness started swaying in lone
The Night invited me to his dome
To rest on a fane's chest of his own
His Silence made me feel like home

Serenty Tranquility no it is Infinity
My lustre soul clasped its source
Taught the steps to dance in reality
And all sorts of melodies endorse

∴ Lyna Salman

She wasn't talking about her hair
When she cut dead ends to grow
One cut two cuts you never stare
She gives bleeding care that you throw
You give her a dark box full of blades
And the blood flows perfect like wine
With pain her heart draws love shades
To hide the anguish crimson line
By time the dark box became a gift
She's ready to collect her new scars
She blooms daily to take your shift
"Give me the box to give you the stars"

∴ Lyna Salman

Rouse the amorist of humanity
With an ethereal sonder of unity
With leal Akashic record of light
To ponder the orphic Karmic sight

The Lucelence of love heavernize
No misdeed in need to apologize
As we reflections sore to soar
Receive and bestow in great valor

No wine without mash of grape
No medicine but the droit agape
Together we wander to our Lar
No matter how divided we are

∴ Lyna Salman

The Universe will not break you
It rubs sweven pain to wake you
For I'm a solivagant in my latibule
Hugging my demons in irenic rule
Humans flash in multi-phosphenes
Supernovas blending into scenes
Fighting until they are consumed
The end is stardust as assumed
Dividing the Ge Earth into stakes
And all is only you that it takes
Strangling their orenda in dismay
Then departing in the Milky Way

∴ Lyna Salman

The torrent rain kissed the ground
The sea kissed the shores around
Mr. Gentle Wind kissed the tree
The flower kissed a humming bee
Two robbins pecked on a wire
Flames were kissing in a fire
Sugar grains kissed one another
Clouds placidly kissed each other
The thunder kissed the sky twice
Yet I forgot how kissing is nice
Being under quarantine in blight
Whether to kiss on left or right

∴ Lyna Salman

O weave my thoughts in power
Bouncing in circles of water eyes
As numbers from a cosmic flower
Patterned in thirteen soulful cries
Everything and nothing are whole
Truth and I are compiled together
In squares of harmony we roll
As elixir of love under a feather
Of Andean condor in the skies
When nearer seen better known
Soon as we to upper levels rise
We fly in airs not stairs of stone

∴ Lyna Salman

Solasta shade my azure soul with dreams 
My wings are shaken and waken by light
Basked i groan under your genii streams
A brooding stork with a sanguine delight

My eyes are flailing in your strikes of fire
Sifting love from a tawny lure of glow
I shriek fettered in a stout cavern desire
A small canoe by an occult ardour I row

And wherever the beat of her golden feet
Solasta steals my voiceless bent heart
Her adorable zephyr beauty in cold heat
Paint my silhouette in an immortal art

∴ Lyna Salman