When it rains,
hide me by
your arms.

When it's sunny,
take me in a picnic
With your eyes.

When it's windy,
let's talk
about love.

But
in a stormy day,
hold me hard
and ..
Can you sing for me?

Every word
Said by a God
to his angels
..

Every artwork
painted by sunlight
on a window
..

Every story
told to
a sleepy child
..

I've
sung as them all
to the birds
..

about the girl
who unleashed herself
to be
a butterfly

What is:

the time for a rose
the music for a tree
the sleep for a lover
the silence for a bee
the daylight for Kafka
the wine for a butterfly
the loneliness for a sailor
the white colour to the red

What is the world,
when i look into your eyes?

I am the storm:
who dreams,
of hugging trees.

I am the song:
who aspires,
for passionate listeners.

I am the rain:
who hates,
black umbrellas.

I am fear:
who shivers,
for the warm shores.

I am the poetess:
who writes,
to feel the shiny pain.

Silently
As a peaceful foetus
I bite my umbilical pain
Drain my blood
Sustain half life
Vs
Odour of my corpus

Shake me love
Exhale the ghosts
From my blue chest
Implant your nails
Into the flesh
Inflame those
exposed nerves
Perhaps
this pain
Resurrects me

Sally S. Ali

And she used to stand at my door
To sing, as if she's the daylight;
To heal the flowers from the spikes
Heal the birds from the sorrow
Heal my soul from the night's colour

Sally S. Ali