this morning
i thought i heard the
the chant of the ezan
mingling with the
sounds of the church bells
as the earth’s sounds are
in my ears
again i’m breasting the
day break on lonely shore
i looked to the east/to the west/
to the north/to the south
and through your window
it was a wall
you were no where
to be seen
is this the curse of my
beautiful soul
to want and feel the one desired
my crazy heart once again
welcomed the ache
...beautiful sorrow!
oh! my eye lashes
stop stubbing my wounds.

Gunsel Djemal 10/7/2009 Dulwich - London