Drip-dropped
The rain
Visiting the dead
And on its way down
It tenderly said:
‘O Dreamer!
Life still does flow
Still. Chaotic.
Magical like a bride’s trousseaux
Soft as a little girl’s smile
Light as a floating kite in search of a home over a meadow
Cheeky like the glistening sweat escaping a lover’s florid neck
Fleeting like the secretive rainbow
Pure like a Saint’s forgotten footsteps.’
‘Flirt!’
The rain implored
‘Flirt like a butterfly chasing a sunflower
Flirt like a mermaid dancing under a meteorite shower
Flirt
For your time is curt
Be human. Be kind. Be wrong.
Make bedlam and pancakes
Make peace
Make passionate, unreasonable love
Free a caged white dove
Rebel against those who command fruitlessly from above
Sting your haters with honey
And breathe out life like the sacred blue lily
Worship your lover’s naked body
And listen…
Sing songs of those long gone
Sway with warm souls from sunrise till the boomerang of dawn
And flirt…
Flirt!’
Drip-drop into the dirt, the rain fled
Below earth, to call on the disrobed dead…
Osamah Sami أسامه سامي 