This morning...

this morning i thought i heard the the chant of the ezan mingling with the sounds of the church bells as the earth’s sounds are in my ears again i’m breasting the day break on lonely shore i looked to the east/to the west/ to the north/to the south and through your window it was a wall you were no where to be seen is this the curse of my beautiful soul to want and feel the one desired my crazy heart once again welcomed the ache ...beautiful sorrow! oh! my eye lashes stop stubbing my wounds. Gunsel Djemal 10/7/2009 Dulwich - London