
Far from Love
The Queen of Wands on her throne,
a throne floating in the darkness of my eyes, my inner skies or oceans.
With all her graceful presence, power, energy,
and the overwhelming charisma of the feminine,
she looks at me from far away,
an unexplainable smile on her featureless face,
her cat winking at me slyly.
Spiral is everything in her aura,
spinning in ecstasy,
cutting my heart in half.
A sunflower rises from the depths to say: hey you!
there is a world, a whole world between you and Love.
And I start to sing:
انت ما بينك و بين الحب دنيا
Barakat

