I MUST TELL HER, FOR YOU.

Published by the Library of Congress-isbn:1-58235-564-9

Selected semi-finalist

a beige duneover
a sand rose
the time acummulates
in your waiting steps
you talk of her
and we have no words left for each other.
her tracks have scarred the moon
in your dream
and the light is not entering your window
anymore

Your eyes shine still
when you speak of the cold star
in the far away dimension
I see your face in my heart
and I want the star to twinkle, just this once.
I want her to hold your hand as you walk together
on the warm beach.

A dune over a sand rose
and I want her to whisper
any words to let you know
that there is no need to count the time.
I want her to make butterflies from her silky hair
and show you the shades of happiness

Let the shammal come and blow away the dune
from the sand rose and let her come to you
and undo the chains around your heart

Tonight I will tell her
of your heavy longing
and your faithfullnes,
your everlasting love
and that she must
tell
you
the three simple words..

Rahman, Brigitte Arlette-Copyrighted

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