Melancholia

Clouds gather

Meadows and phantom darkness

Fires leap up from the womb

of the river

And so, like the times, a thousand

stories are woven

across the skies of a thousand and

one desert nights….

Arabia…. The Bedouin tents

Laughter and the horizons…..

They sit around the fire

They tell stories

They sing

They dance

They live……

Dust and sands in the breeze

Cobwebs, hourglass, mist….

Puppet-shows…. Battles….

And then, the clouds….

the clouds…..

Someday, it’ll rain,

Till then, let’s dream on……