By Shafeen
Date: 24 November 1999

Reality

The night sky as mysterious as my inner thoughts
With priceless diamonds sewn on to make the directions for life
The air, cold with the scent only I can recognize 
The grass is wet due to the sky's weeping
The roses are asleep; silently they live blooming in their own way
Creatures of the night guard their territory
Sometime, subconsciously you think of me before you retire to your warmth
I draw the curtains and realize the cold reality 
I return to my bed
Mutter a silent prayer and close my eyes


Shafeen