To the Lost Children of the Land


I hope you are where daffodil fields are
Where the sky is cerulean
And azure
And the clouds drift with ease
Where rivers flow
Without carrying the blood
Of the children of the land.
I hope you are where
Eternal spring reigns
Where green mountains
Cushion your steps
And hold you lightly.
– Saadia


8c575177c41ee7c71470edb0a7f585df.jpgYour hair curves around itself
Like tresses of silk overlap
And like water
Ever flowing and unebbing
Like folds of velvet
Soft but firm
And dark… like the night sky
But flecked with lighter hues
Almost as if
Beams of light
Tear at the sky
With lethal claws of morning.

– Saadia