I Turn To You

When all the sweet-scented flowers wilt,

The gregarious laughter of my beloved ends, 

And the enchanting little blue bird

Stops coming by, 

I turn to you, 

As I always should have. 

When the stunning moonlight 

Illuminating the arc of my life dims,

The clementine water well 

At the edge of the meadow runs dry,

And dear friends walk away, 

In clusters, or one at a time,

I turn to you, even long after 

You have been gone!

Azzam Elayan

April 13, 2013

Dedicated to my dear father, Said Elayan.

(Photo Credit: Terry Sohl)