WITHOUT THEE: A poem

WITHOUT THEE

Be it in the autumn, in spring, in the summer

It does not, at all matter

When I get up early

I am with you

With a hangover of our dreams

Long overdue

I drink you with the sugar

Dissolved in a cup of tea

I bite you with a piece of cake

Mixed with marmalade

So spread

You’re on my food

on my blood

With the energy and enthusiasm of a flood

When I go for a walk

I breathe you with the droplets of morning dew

In the very young view

In the early, shy rays of the sun

That stir and dissolve the mist

Hovering, dancing at its best

I see you reflecting

On the greenness of the grass

In the hollowness, emptiness

In the rain, in the storms

In the thunder, in the language

In the blue melodies of the sky, so high

Drifting, swaying with the sprinkles of fog

With the clouds when they hug

When I go to work, there you are

I sense you on my computer

In the screen

So graphic, so fine

I copy you, I paste you

I save you and save you

For the day, for every day

In the winter I touch you

On the falling flakes of the snow

That I round and throw

You are on the ice

That becomes slippery with disguise

I see you on the reflection of the light

Illuminating the darkness

Of a long and lonely night

Making a magnificent light

I can’t imagine, a moment

A period, an event

What I could be

My dear without thee

Mohamed Kheir 2002