Sand clock To Gaza I feel like an upright sand clockSitting on the windowsill of a ruined houseLooking at the rubble and twirling dark smokeOnly it is not sand pouring through meBut ashes measuring the passage of timeThe ashes of t…  | By The Rising Phoenix Review on August 24, 2024 | Sand clock To Gaza I feel like an upright sand clock
Sitting on the windowsill of a ruined house
Looking at the rubble and twirling dark smoke
Only it is not sand pouring through me
But ashes measuring the passage of time
The ashes of the loved ones
The ashes of once a pounding heart
The ashes of a baby's smile
The ashes of dreams and hopes burnt alive
The bodies that once filled my arms with embrace
The warmth that filled my soul with joy
Now turned into ashes,
Slipping though the fingers of time
Tell the world that my loved ones may be a handful of ashes
But they fill more space in the universe
Than you, warm bodied hollow creatures
Who stood silently and watched them burn alive
Every moment is leaving me emptier
And that desolate space is becoming a well of sorrows
Looking at the rubble and spinning dark smoke mixed with ashes
I imagine the robe of a whirling dervish
Taking flight heavenwards
Let the winds take you far away from here
Away from the land of the cowards
Away from the land of onlookers
Away from the deafening silence
May you land on the open gates of heaven
Where angels embrace you with love
Where I hope to unite with you again
Until then I will continue to sit on the windowsill
A sand clock frozen in time
For the hands that once turned it over
Have turned into ashes forever By Zahra Omar | | | |
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