i was moving through the ocean

and flowing within

as flowers bloomed

i sprouted beautifully

the leaves witherd

and fell down

i turned back in my bed

into a perfect silence

i cant keep away

from writing

and seeing you also

then to hug you softly

to the silence of leaves

mixed with light and shadow

when we depart

he promised me

to meet again

what was in his face

untold me in the shroud

many days he came

in my dreams

i asked him

why you ended your life

by leaning to a tree near the grave

he smiled at me softly

his last words

was from poet shelley

here lies a man who

wrote his life on water

(in memory of my friend noufal atholy)

quoted from the film SYLVIA (life of sylvia plath)

some times i dream of a tree

and the tree is my life

one branch is the man i shall marry

and the leaves my children
another branch is my future as a writer

and each leaf is a poem

another branch is a glittering academic carrear

but as i sit there and trying to choose

the leaves began to turn brown

and blow away

until the tree is absolutely bare

it s pleasant time

to write poems

my poet friend said

i also agreed

a thin darkness is

creeping into the dusk

when the breeze swept us

we forgot the coffee cafe

when we depart

i told her

surprise me

with an unexpected call

now she surprises me

with her silence

your letters are windows

between you and i

a window without glasses and curtain