Iraq – Haider M. Catan

In Drama of my dreams,
I often see you
Once I saw you as a cloud
It couldn’t wait to cry,
Tears drought eyelashes,
Sculpted statue on the cheeks,
staying high is not impossible.
Once I saw you as a poem,
It was Wailing,
With Broken rhythms ,
The letters Wore obsequies
Slapping cheeks happily
Dancing painfully
filled with images
Once I saw you as a dream in my dream,
You was Standing in the blooding gloomy streets,
the third river,
pouring poison in your Tigris and Euphrates
you were looking carelessly,
cleaning ,
drying liquid of sadness,
drawing flowers.