Zywa Queen to be

At times my heavy head roars on
angrily and the days remain dark

at times they are clear as in my dreams
is the room at the top taken by me

and are wishing-clouds serving me
for solid ground under my feet

Poem 31
Amsterdam, 2005-08-06

?ïsha bint Ab? Bakr (in year 627)
Collection: From Sacred Scriptures [2] 
Keyword: Dreaming 
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