The Gipsy Clouds

by Ali Taha Alnobani

Wednesday 6th March 2013 8:51 pm

By: Ali Taha Alnobani

My sweetheart who left me before a year

Today was very near

I saw her when I was drunk

In my cup

And also in my fear

I wished to tell her about the muddy way

Over there, at the crazy row of thoughts

Inside the dream of the sea

That got bored of futile boats

I tried to call her

But she couldn't hear

And the life reared to me its rear

***

I saw her in my cup

My lips wished to sup

But the gipsy clouds screamed:

"You must feel shy if you cry

You must forget yourself

Or die"

My red rose which was covered with pain

Was washed today under the rain

But the ugly faces scattered over the show

And fired the colored train

None of us said no

Just a wind played with a vane