CAMELOT FANTASIES

check this one out lady Misty. I just discovered it:


Distant light



by Walid Khazindar


 Harsh and cold
 autumn holds to it our naked trees:
 If only you would free, at least, the sparrows
 from the tips of your fingers
 and release a smile, a small smile
 from the imprisoned cry I see.
 Sing! Can we sing
 as if we were light, hand in hand
 sheltered in shade, under a strong sun?
 Will you remain, this way
 stoking the fire, more beautiful than necessary, and quiet?
 Darkness intensifies
 and the distant light is our only consolation —
that one, which from the beginning
 has, little by little, been flickering
 and is now about to go out.
 Come to me. Closer and closer.
 I don't want to know my hand from yours.
 And let's beware of sleep, lest the snow smother us.