True prayers are of no beginnings,
And with no ends,
Where you can bomb the ocean for thousand days,
For thousand years,
The ocean would still be an ocean..
Infact it will become a more-ocean,
Such is our hearts,
In the face of the dark knock days.
We will paint two pages,
In two different handbooks,
For a day to come,
After a thousand years,
They’ll be under the same ceiling,
When both our oceans will have no grounds left,
And will collide,
With different circles,
Different centers of circles.
It’s the fifth year in the year of starfish,
Yesterday i turned 79 and i felt great,
Everyone waits for the end of times,
While we were waiting for our beginning to start,
Of all the fish i ever saw,
At hollow faith grounds,
In the abyss of light,
Of all the creatures i have met you are the kindest,
And a poem is just a piece of dust.
We were of no beginning,
And no end,
Just like a prayer,
We were given two hands,
To reflect both our oceans to our faces,
One ocean is in pain now,
And the other ocean..
Is also in pain now,
But waiting for you to come,
With a sea of tears upon your face,
After a thousand days,
After a thousand years,
He waited for you to come,
Offering you a ceiling,
And asking for a painting.
zaki monzer 