The City

In a city
That is in love with its dreams
I am a man
Lost to his connections
Human or divine.

I and the city
Have no meeting place
When I wake up

To walk its streets

The city sleeps.

In the throbbing quiet

The moon shines

Its graceful light.

By the time

The city has woken up

I am gone

Into my own delirium.

Metasis

The romance 

Faded out of my life.

The stars 

Fell off my shoulders.

And darkness 

Descended upon my eyes.

I walked along abandoned streets

My life was as empty.

My story

Turned from ecstatic poetry

Into a sour prose.

Not a tint of happiness

Visited my desolate spirit

Not even sadness 

Could find a place

In my lifelessness.

In this emptiness 

As ravaged as the Sahel

Only a faint memory remains

That, there was life, once

And an even fainter hope

That in time 

What was lost, will resurrect.