Woman in my dreams,
Hazy features covered, as you please,
By groundsels whose hairy filaments
Soar around her, blankets
Her from head to toe,
Trying vainly to get closer to blow
Its velvety softness in a Tornado
Of white that sweeps in an elegant flow.
She contemplates its fragility,
Wondering at the reality
Of how daintily flimsy
Its flower is, while its stem is definitely
Rooted in her heart, prettily
Proving it’s longevity.
She reverently catches a blowing
Head, as she admires its flowing
Dance, whose strength is glowing
In a sensual litany that’s dizzying.
Dream of the flower that nestles
Its thorns into delicate hearts
That beats for imagination that bleeds.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Poetry for Change 