RISE OF SUN-SET BY HAMZA.M.ALHASSAN

Dedication


To all’s river which as my Atbara river-quick and fast- does sail and slide from eastern horizon to western horizon where sans and without our sight and fine eyes we rest and lie oh big lie of arts that day and night high and loud does yell and cry in its sweet voice of colours and tone: “Where are those two fine eyes of day and night whose beam and light is truth and beauty on all these countless miles of fine four leading eyes?”

Two questions??

Oh this divine sunrise
of birth and life
Why do you during
Brief period and time
Of day and night
You become and be
That solemn mysterious sunset
Of no high and low
In all’s real nest
And lee whose bare
Tree and dry willow
Is you and me
When you and I
Sans and without eyes
Down rest and lie
In all’s mother’s womb
This beaming beautiful earth?

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I become and be
That solemn mysterious sunset
Of death and demise
Oh bard and poet
The child and son
Of sunset and me
Since it is my
First essential source and
Fount that does again
Out slide of my
Sunset of solemn horizon
Only to bright glitter
And rise timeless rise
Of hell or paradise
Where those two eyes
Of day and night
Whose beam and light
Is truth and beauty
Bright glitter and rise
All of the time
Oh this divine light
Of colors and tone
Whose sly wise nude
Night’s tribe and nation
Of bards and poets
During all days and nights
In bliss of solitude
Out of flying imagination
Pen and write to
Paint and draw their
Bright stars and butterflies
Fine lass and witch
Of song and lay
That high and loud
Does cry on four leading
Eyes of north and south
With east and west
Where are those two
Eyes of day and night
In you and me
That either soar and fly
From east to west
Busy bee or fly ?




A Question?

Oh fine divine mermaid
Of colors and tone
How can man become
And be fair and
Fine on this eastern
Horizon of fleeting life
While quick and fast
He does sail and
Slide from east down
To west with one
Face and too two?



An Answer

He and I oh
Those fine singing eyes
Of colours and tone
Loud yell at birth
For our two eyes
Of day and night
Whose beam and light
Is truth and beauty
Oh this divine light
Of imagination and creation
Begin to darken and beclouded


Who?

Here and there oh
This divine fleeting sunrise
Of birth and life
Who is to play
Fair and so fine
While I with most
Oh this singing eye
Of colors and tone
Quick sail and slide
From east to west
With one-face and
Too two oh word
The witch and lass
Of bards and poets
Who day and night
In bliss of solitude
Look for two fine eyes
Of day and night
The sun and the moon
Whose beam and light
Is truth and beauty
For all these miles
Of four leading eyes
To sail and slide
From fleeting eastern horizon
Down to western horizon
Of death and demise
For all and me
That beautiful busy hive
And fine fascinating paradise
Where you and I
Bright glitter and rise
Moon of fine sun.

Four Horizons

Oh this deep river
And fine beautiful gill
Of birth and life
Narrate to all and me
Where is your real
Horizon while quick and
Fast you sail and slide
From west to east
And from east to west
Whose eastern timeless horizon
Is either hot hell
Or fine beautiful paradise
Where those two eyes
Of day and night
Whose beam and light
Is truth and beauty
Bright glitter and rise
All of the time
Oh that divine light
of colors and tone
That day and night
In bliss of solitude
High yell and cry
In its sweet voice
Of song and lay
Where are those two
Fine beautiful eyes of
Day and night on
All these countless miles
Of four leading eyes ?

The Blind

East and west
North and south
The river and
Its divine sunrise
Of fleeting light
Which oh bewitching
Witch and fine
Lass of yes
And no does
Flash and belight
Only soon to
Become and be
That mysterious sun-set
Of no high
And low in
Its real nest
And lee whose
Bare dry tree
Is you and
Me when you
And I rest
And down lie
Sons and without
Our two fine
Beautiful eyes in
All’s mother’s womb
On whose surface
Most of the
Fine time we
Quick and fast
Sail and slide
Sans and without
Those two fine
Beautiful eyes of
Day and night
Whom that night’s
Tribe and nation
Of all poets
Pen and draw
In bliss of solitude
On their lush
Dale and vale
Of imagination and creation.


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