He looked in the mirror and around,
into his own,
He looked out the window and into
the evening,
And, fearing strange words from strong
thoughts,
Hid amid the storms that his heart ruled;
yet:
Had known he should not have travelled
into that good night of thought,
but could not reverse what his fate writ,
Hated to go there with the thunders he
bore inside,
but needed their roar to stay awake,
Felt heart-broken that he'd see home
no more,
lest it rained in him who thought in
the dark!
Do we mistake love for lust?
Or leave out the truth even at price
of loss?
Can man ever overcome his nature and
still breathe?
-by Hakim Kassim.
(c. 1989)
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 8:43 AM UTC
He looked in the mirror and around,
into his own,
He looked out the window and into
the evening,
And, fearing strange words from strong
thoughts,
Hid amid the storms that his heart ruled;
yet:
Had known he should not have travelled
into that good night of thought,
but could not reverse what his fate writ,
Hated to go there with the thunders he
bore inside,
but needed their roar to stay awake,
Felt heart-broken that he'd see home
no more,
lest it rained in him who thought in
the dark!
Do we mistake love for lust?
Or leave out the truth even at price
of loss?
Can man ever overcome his nature and
still breathe?
-by Hakim Kassim.
(c. 1989)
