(for Salma)
There will always be water
in the well for you,
even when my lips are parched.
There will be an ark
when the troubles rise
and you don’t know where to stand.
There will be strong hands
to lift you, and smiles,
and a heart split wide,
with the sea
rising and falling inside.
There will be rain
from a clear sky.
There will be water
in the well for you, my love.
* * *
Wael Abdelgawad
September 27, 2013
Fresno, California
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in the vastness above.
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in the hollows
of the trees
are free
no matter what
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or believe. Continue reading → 
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placing every foot right
my hands never shaking… Continue reading → 
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and free a thousand doves
because here I come –
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and set in your sigh
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and on the broken pavements
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in the heart of the galaxy
stars bright as white sand
just the two of us
embracing in the air,
floating at the speed of light,
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that enchants, like morning light
gold-dusting through the blinds
when you’re half awake
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