It’s 3 AM and you stand by your window while your white curtains glow
of the bright moonlight that has become a faithful listener to the secrets you hide
Your thoughts wander half a planet away before launching off to Jupiter
and those who would pass by your window would assume you’re thinking about
a heartless lover
or a wounded brother
But I know it’s not true
And I know that you think of all that was
and all that will be
of everything
except yourself
You are a sailor, weighed down by the weight of the world
And you tell me it’s not heavy
Yet your eyes are still capable of dreaming
Even after your nightly river of tears
You think, and you zone out, beyond human capabilities
And there are your chaotic thoughts
I can hear them exploding in your head
It’s 3 AM and you are not aware
that you are more luminous than ever
You don’t know that the power you gain
after the waterfall of tears on your face
is the wave that carries me to the shore
aggressively
Whenever I’m drowning
© 2014 ALIA SULTAN
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