I walk with the moon and I talk to the stars,
I fly with fireflies and live with my scars.
I mend broken flowers for living and I listen to the night breeze,
I sing to the sea and with my sorrows come to appease.
It seems as if I have lived in this darkness for so long,
I have forgotten how to translate right from wrong.
Saqi ! tonight measure this ocean with your wine,
Separate my tears from the salt and draw a line.
Oh Beloved ! Open your eyes again as I search for a lost soul,
This may be to you Just another dark night, but to me it is a black hole.
BY : Khawaja Hamad