~~
when the silence comes down
in the darkness
the space between you and me
is just a sigh

some of the awaking words
floating in the mind
where tunes comes from
the next door

words to have come out
slowly
poetry as the whispering of  
dry dropping leaves

come up in the
hopeless romantic flute
comes on the
tune of the lost love

a portrait of broken dreams,
black and white
where exists a defeated faded face
and your silhouette
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~
Until the end of the night
you will wait,
don't go away because,
because if you go
my earth seems to be small

Poor flows of air
even intensely can't bear
a little bit of oxygen
breath becomes low
seems a boat of hope
slowly drowning below

If you're in the next room
never close the window,
If I move eyes
so I can see you
you do not sleep
until I sleep

If you stay
very near my head
beside the bed
I can sleep soundly
float in the dreams smoothly

If somehow
I go out of the home
you will not close the door
stand on the doorway

If I feel
you are waiting in the shore
and for me
you never close the door
certainly I feel
you love me!
the world is suppose
to be mine

Even If I ever late
you are waiting for mate
even the darkness
comes down on the horizon
I will notice with twinkling of stars
O' darling, you wait
even though you pass
a long sleepless night
without light

So don't go away
As long as I can't come back
As long as I love you
until my last breath
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

As poets
we listen for the songs
of the singing trees,
There is no road map as to where to go,
Our GPS, it doesn't know,
Goggle maps hasn't gotten there yet,
The internet will tell you what it knows -
Some rehab
some restaurant
some business selling shoes.

It's not on Facebook,
My phone may be smart
but it doesn't know a thing
about the songs of the singing trees.

My Twitter account was attacked by a cat,
I swear I tried to rescue it,
But it tweeted away
as it got jumped over the fence.
The t.v. drones on and on,
HD pictures explode.

Our eyes, tho, are far away from all this,
Our voices, they long to harmonize
with the songs of the eons,
The songs of the singing trees.

You and me and Thoreau
sitting by the pond, the river, the ocean,
All day long
in this solitude we know,
Watching the light dissolve,
The moon, it rises too,
While we
together
me and you,
Thoreau too,
Listening so carefully
for the lilting epics
of
the songs of the singing trees.

Weather is changing from time to time
But there is not even a single change
In the mood with which I recall you

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