Her hands were holding the moon in firm grip
Like dreams she might not she knew one day
In dark of the night she will seek all life
Like God I peeped into the kitten's play
With a ball of wool the luminosity in her eyes
After a long sleep before the disorder would strike
A bit of creation from the God’s eye
The rain was heavy to wash the face of earth
From the fireworks and dried blood
When for shelter some children ran in fear
A rich man bought feelings with riches
The rape was not as fabulous
The aphrodisiacs all in the pouch
Were not used and in cozy environs
The souls were sold to protect the vitals
The distant peripheries for the strings
In puppet shows in the name of God
All streams were colored from the spring holy
When she moved her body fatale
My love like soul in silent whispers
In ethereal vapors and like the atoms
The astronomer says shall one day dissolve
For lack of the pull in the gravity
Behind closed doors now I shall not
When love is what for my restless soul yearns
I tried in vain but to look into the future
I need to forget my memory to get back
All was not love but still on my palms
And the many signs and lines that I draw
From star to star I still remain there
But alas in those rhythmic movements
When you were dancing under the moon
(To an unknown Palestinian Girl)
20/1/2009
P.S There are three parts in this poem. The first is the innocence, then the carnage, then the dialogue, the grants of money, then the regret of the ‘aggressor” (second stanza) and at the end the future and the fate depicting glimpses of her beauty.
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-were-dancing/
