I smiled when the thick darkness of my own
Began to languish before my young eyes...

Inner Sight
The power of an eye is killed by doubt...

At times I sit, within myself I look
My joy and pain, my sun and rain, I see...

How dear are the blackish hours when by
A beautiful soul I pass at dark night...

They say one must grow and never be still,
For stillness is but a poisoning fiend...

My bonds of freedom
I stood upon the shoulder of Qadisha Valley...

Sonnet 35
Into a maze of memories I tread...

Sonnet 34
A trace I trace, with hasty lively pace...

Pestilence
Around the pillars of justice...

Sonnet 33
I long for a breeze which is somehow cool...

Sonnet 32
In a desert of distraction and joy...

An encounter
Once I met a day...