If you can't hear nature's song playing the music of love every new day, with every new dawn, new sunrise and a fresh moon smile, Go back to sleep!
If you can't make your heart a Mecca for the freedom seekers, your spirit a temple for the suffering souls and your mind a spring well of innovative ideas, Go back to sleep!
If you can't hear the cry of the iconic figure of the starving Yemeni child 'Amal Hussein', as she was shedding her last tear, taking her last breath, and whispering her last prayer, Go back to sleep!
If you can't spare a holy dish to fill the empty stomachs, if you can't spare a kind word to help sooth other’s pain and color their lives with the rainbow hues of hope and happiness, Go back to sleep!
If you can't be the soul of your place, the tsunami of positive change and a part of the spring of humanity that will blossom with a new future full of hope, love and inspiration, Go back to sleep!
I couldn't find the pocket knife in my pocket, I wanted to etch us in eternity forever. Our names growing in time but that was never meant to happen.
I planted seeds that never grew, one was for me the other for you. Wanting us to blossom over time but all that flourished was time that never really grew.
How could you never see the space that was between us separate. Even though we were inseparable we were couldn't reach to touch the other.
I planted seeds that couldn't grow, one was for me the other for you. Wanting us to blossom over time but all that flourished was time that stood between what grew.
But when I look at you and your gaze back at me. I know that it doesn't take words etched or for a flower to blossom to show the connection between us is real. I couldn't find my pocket knife, so I kissed you and love grew from that to what we are and this is us me and you.
Why wouldn't the moments stay with us, it passed like we weren't even in the same time zone. when I wanted you the phone was silent.
"This is the answer phone of my life leave a message,
But you never got back to me? Are we still that message on a tree, one never etched but meant to be.