See calm in me
through glass reflections...

On some mornings I stole birds.
I opened my eyes...

I dosed myself with restlessness.
Flapping into midnights...

A mother has lost her will to survive
as Beirut danced to debris...

Inspecting my skin like mad,
searching for a source of pain...

You fall and embrace me
with shades full of dark...

don't talk
don't scratch the surface...

It was a fierce short summer.
A ripe trunk had died...

I often forget you
in the sun...

You're here;
potent like sharp arrows of light...

Cursed with a stroke of agony;
so many words silently drip...

Deeply and thoroughly
you strike in daylight...