Box Of Jewels

Enjoying my sense
Of beauty and creativity
With free soul and mind
Here I am in a jar of jewels
Of all kinds
I awake walk
Among the night
Where every thing
Is beautiful and bright
Like a pendulum
Of an old Turkish clock
From Hasba to Shaub to Bab Alyemen
Shrouded with Solomon silence
Of city of Sana'a and Sam
My foot taps and smashes
The street old stones
I play with my feet
A nice pentatonic tones
The humble breeze
Whisper in my sensitive ears
An old folk tale
About mountain of Nugum
That stand behind a misty vial
Like I charming mermaid
I had passing by once at Hada street
A bright glitter moon
Gassed at me and I
With laughing stars
High in the sky
Like children I see
Smiling at me
Behind windows of speeding cars
And Old Town balcony
It is a rare moment
That shows me alone
The wonderful dream and world
I possess and own.