PASSING FOR NORMAL

This one is for Beirut..

she lives imprisoned, tackled with brass
in the concrete faces and the burned grass
in the insolent silence of the past,
she sinks shy,
more audacious than then ocean,
softer than a mother’s embrace,
arms that grow in blood and hearts like shattered glass…
her lucid mountains
and celestial caves
have made men cave

my lady,
stop waiting for silver rays,
stop mourning the golden days
stop paying debts under the sheets
stop following a destiny that cheats
my pages are not white
and neither are yours…I cry with no tears,
throw your warm night on my pale shoulders
I see the beauty around you,
around you is where I live….around you is where I die…