THE MAN WITH THE BROWN GUITAR

He was the man with a brown guitar

who sang about love.

She was his lone audience

with a wine glass in her hand.

His slender fingers tuned the guitar,

as he began a song that was on her mind.

With the sound of his guitar and the wine,

she drowned the grief that she carried in her heart....

The shadows grew longer,

the sky turned an orange hue.

Her glass needed a refill,

He needed a song.

"One more time," she whispered,

as he smiled at her across the table....

When the night fell upon the city

and when the room was flooded by starlight,

she shut her eyes and forced a yawn.

"I am tired," said she.

"Just this one," said he.....

She slept to the sound of his guitar,

his song making love to her mind,

to the tune she had heard over a million times.

She dreamed about the lush green meadow atop a silent hill,

And there she saw him standing,

he was hard to miss-

The man with the brown guitar. 

DELILAH'S LAMENT

       

I know not what i have done,

It ended before it’d  begun.

Oh Nazirite! With hair so long,

I’ve never known a man so strong.

They say, greed got better of a woman

I am she.

For 1100 coins of silver each,

I betrayed thee.

You fell asleep by the Brook of Sorek,

I took my chance before the dawn-break.

Called for a man to shave your hair,

While i knelt down, for a prayer.

They say, you were powerless,

And that they stabbed your eyes,

And you were a slave at Gaza,

He, who grinds grains until he dies.

Once your hair had grown,

You took your enemies alone,

The pillars at Gaza brought the temple down,

Along with the people and the crown.

They say you are buried at Manoah,

I came by your grave,

Plucked  flowers from the brook,

For the man who i once knew as brave.

Forgive me for what i have done,

It all ended before it’d begun.

Oh Nazirite! With hair so long,

For someone so strong,

With God you belong.

l'amour et la séduction

That was a night

Of fright

Silly light

Blinding her sight.

It was a moment of hurt

Words curt

Ripped shirt

Pathological flirt.

An hour

Of power

Broken flower

Gushed shower.

And then he was gone

Upon dawn

Through the lawn

That he, that Don Juan.

TO PENNY LANE

                                           

They say that the world is your oyster,

But the world isn’t enough for you.

All the pearls and jewels and everything vain,

Couldn’t buy you, my Penny Lane.

They say you have quite the temper for a girl,

Like you could put a man to shame;

But when you laugh, you drive them insane,

That’s just you, Penny Lane.

They say your sun-kissed tresses has a mind of its own,

And your eyes hold a strong dark spell which can’t be explained.

When you cry, you could bring a desert to rain,

 Are you a witch, oh sweet Penny Lane?

The happiness that love brings, Penny Lane

Don’t refrain:

He could be your Superman, and you his Lois Lane....

You smile: and you walk away,

You cannot be contained, you don’t complain,

You are my Penny Lane.

THE GIRL AT THE WINDOW

                                                                      

She was no ordinary girl. she lived with her old guardian aunt in the tower. she was beautiful beyond reality and her long, brown, cascading hair had a life of its own. Indeed, she was anything but ordinary. Nobody knew how she came to live with the old woman who was fiercely protective about her. She forbade the young girl to leave the premises and prohibited her from speaking to strangers. Therefore, the girl grew up lonely and secluded from the rest. She, however, found solace in the natural things around her and was fascinated at what nature's beauty had to offer to her. She spent hours at the window admiring the world outside but at the same time feared alienation from its people. The tower had become a microcosm of the universe and she was content with whatever little it had to offer.

He first saw her from a distance-playing with her beautiful dark hair, her slim, pale fingers running rhythmically through her magical, uncombed tresses. She was divine, in the most painful way he'd ever known. He, on the other hand, was like a beautiful dream that was trespassing on the thresholds of her reality. He brought her flowers-lilies, almost every day. She loved them.

Her old guardian didn't return that day. She feared the worst. It was then that she decided to leave everything and go to her lover-the handsome young man who brought her lilies and who visited her in her dreams. When he heard of her plans, he just smiled and said that he would come back for her, later that night.

The girl wore her favorite blue dress, perfumed her hair and tied them in braids. She then walked towards the window and waited for him to come. He never did. He kept her waiting at the window wearing her favorite blue dress....

It took me a moment to remember just how beautiful the earth looked after its first showers,
green, wet and naked.

That was the moment you walked into a room full of starlight....

you keep pushing me into that deep abyss of darkness
whoever told you that falling doesn't hurt?
well, step in my shoes and you'll know
that wounds never heal and scars run deep...