ﻛﻨﺖِ ﺃﻧﺖِ ﻭﺍﻟﺼﻤﺖ
ﻭﺍﻟﺴﻤﺎﺀ ﻏﺎﺋﻤﺔ ﺑﻠﻮﻥ ﺍﻟﻐﺴﻖ
ﻛﺴﺮﺍﺕ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻮﺭ ﺑﺎﻫﺖ ﺗﻄﻞ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻴﻦ
ﺍﺻﺎﺑﻊ ﺍﻟﺸﺠﺮ
ﻭﺟﻨﺎﺣﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﻌﺼﺎﻓﻴﺮ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﺗﺴﺎﺑﻖ ﺍﻟﻌﺘﻤﺔ
ﻛﻲ ﺗﻠﻢ ﺣﻮﻝ ﺍﺟﺴﺎﺩﻫﺎ
ﺑﻘﺎﻳﺎ ﺍﻟﺪﻑﺀ ﻟﻠﻴﻠﺔ ﺁﺧﺮﻯ ﻣﻦ ﺛﻠﺞ
ﻣﺴﺎﺀﻙِ ﻳﺎﺳﻤﻴﻦ
ﺗﺮﺩ ﺍﻟﺮﻳﺢ ﺗﺤﺮﻕ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺻﺪﺭﻱ ﺍﻭﺭﺍﻕ
ﺣﻠﻢ
ﻣﺴﺎﺀﻙِ ﺍﻗﺤﻮﺍﻥ
ﻭﻻ ﺗﻠﺘﻔﺘﻴﻦ ﻳﻨﻐﺮﺱ ﻗﻠﻤﻚ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻭﺭﻳﻘﺎﺕ
ﺩﻓﺘﺮﻙ ﺍﻟﺼﻐﻴﺮ
ﺗﻀﻌﻴﻦ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﺔ ﻭﻋﻼﻣﺔ ﺍﺳﺘﻔﻬﺎﻡ
ﺍﺷﺘﻘﺘﻚِ
ﺗﺴﺤﺒﻴﻦ ﺍﻃﺮﺍﻑ ﺍﻟﻤﻌﻄﻒ ﺣﻮﻝ ﺟﺴﺪﻙ
ﺍﺣﺒﻚ
ﺗﺴﻘﻂ ﺍﻟﻮﺭﻗﺔ ﺍﻟﺜﺎﻧﻴﺔ ﻭﺍﺻﺎﺑﻌﻚِ ﻻﺯﺍﻟﺖ
ﺩﺍﻓﺌﺔ
ﻟﻴﺲ ﺑﻴﻨﻨﺎ ﻟﻘﺎﺀ