Still Waiting

Still Waiting

 

It was a time of bangles and tambourines –

a time of freedom, when we were seventeen

We danced, barefoot, in a field

amid a jungle of wildflowers and kneeled

 

beneath a cashmere moon, joining

hearts and voices with the universe, rejoicing

 

We thought we could punch a hole in the future

and our dreams would be the mending sutures

 

And now, we still strum our guitars,

waiting for the promised avatar

 

Dancing in the Dark

Dancing in the Dark

 

My friend, the moon, is hanging about

In the dark waiting for me to come outside

and dance with him. The wind is whistling a

waltz, so I kick off my shoes gliding across the

grass, as dew drops nibble kisses on my toes.

 

 

moon dancing

arms outstretched
faces turned upward
moonlight shines
as we laugh
monsters hiding in the dark
shrink and fade away
© cgk 2016


At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond we’re getting our inspiration from the following poem
by Zeki Majed

Dancing in the Olive Field

With your fragile soul in my arms
We move with the rhythm of our hearts
Side to side, left and right
We both feel love inside
For each other, for the sight
Of the setting sun, for your beautiful eyes
Where I see the reflection of the moon rise
As we are moving with the wind
So gentle, yet the entire world can feel
The passion which we carry when our bare feet
Slide across the land like a summer breeze
With your head on my chest, your hands in mine
We are dancing in the olive field…
With a sinful smile…
The scent of heaven reaches my tears
That travel across my face
Full of sorrow, that leaves
Like the autumn leaves
Waiting to be replaced by spring…
Like the happiness that you bring
When we are dancing in the olive field…
Side to side, left and right
Forever intertwined…with you my darling
As we…are dancing in the olive field…

(c) Zeki Majed, 2015