| FROM THE MUSE | BY MARWA SAYED | MAY, 2013 |
I woke up at one o’clock in the morning
To the sound of the sea rushing by.
I’ll flow along the rivers and into the lakes;
Slowly, slowly reclaim. Had I a time
When the seas were solemn and the
Horses free, then this trouble, too, would
Float away. I was once that mote of dust,
Dancing in the sun. Softly, softly sifting
Down to you. Light a fire, for all those gone,
On fire now. Oil slick and cheeks alight.
Never had I seen a sky so green.
A time ago, I was free. But held so
Tight onto this spinning world.
Now, your pendulum fights
Have lost their gleam. Hardly a day
Flies than another takes its stead.
Teeth dug in and brow set, verdigris eyes ablaze.
This is the life I must lead. Once,
I waited to live. Now that time is past,
In favor of a heart afire and a soul unbound.