Tag: love
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Nights Like These
It’s days like these where there is too much time in the air, slowly unwinding and peeling back. In that sliver of moment that drags on, my memories spread like a freshly ironed shirt. The creases straightened flat, the valleys and days lay bear for my eyes to see. Seeing, my mind falls back to…
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Cycle
I ride my bicycle down the concrete boulevard. Another full moon kisses the darkened heavens and I find a passenger to spend with me the night. Those first few hours, they always boom with a spark. Like a fully charged phone, the screen is always so bright when fresh light catches our gaze. I throw…
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Destined
Born in the season of the earth, my legs were made for dirt. A sole and righteous son, I felt destiny’s weight from birth. The wagon wheel is pushed as sweat bleeds through my shirt. Such feelings that are brined, in these poems they are unearthed. And in this life of mine, like mighty Hercules…
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Some Pixie Dust
There she is again, a person there but something more. Even unadorned, she strikes a chord, it almost feels like home. It’s hard to look away! I thought my feelings died some yesterday, But today, a feeling rises like them tides in that crystal bay. I remember being on that pirate ship, a hook in…
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Sinewy Threads
I find myself alone again. There in my thoughts, it’s a familiar friend. Where I isolate towards that forlorn state, Aloof my soul, how I ruminate! In spite of those eyes that look me deep, And sweet words that she softly speaks. My heart turns to this other place, Where thoughts meet keys in this…
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Rewind
I see your smile looped on playback, Playing back like ionic tape magnetic. That smile charged with lyrics compact, I rewind the tape, lyrics all proleptic. Time has changed, two generations gone. The disc got scratched, a beat got skipped. I stream with streamers a newer song, From the mouth of clouds we drink and…
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Warmth!
Warmth! That’s how your presence felt, like fresh sunlight. And what skies I thought I seen, what clouds. Even the breeze had something to say. Those were the days of Wendy! Each step certain, like Jesus walking on water. And conviction blossomed like those flowers blooming in Anza Borrego fields. When food carts paraded down…
Writings by Samson Mousa 