What are you saying ?
I cannot hear you over the loud ticking of the clock
There are magical minutes that are quick to vanish into thin air
They allow your words to be heard
And open the gates of the stubborn hearts
Be wise, conquer them with a sword
And fight the vicious minutes that trap your voice
Be quick with timing
Be quick with words
What are you saying ?
I’m the kite that traveled in the wind without a runner
The wind kissed me farewell
As I rested on cloud nine
And I do not hear you anymore ..
© 2013 ALIA SULTAN
In pursuit of those “magical moments.”