Friday, July 25, 2008


Do you remember the times

Lonely, we spent there?

The rocks cushioning

Our wearsome frames

The waves kissing our feet, bare

Yours, ankleted;

Listening to stories and songs

The waves whispered

Into ears strained.

We listened, we laughed

We made the sea a comrade

Spilling our secrets into

The departing waves

Stories to be carried away

To other awaiting shores

And a little guilt washed away.

Rabbani | Syahadah