ﻛﻴﻒ ﻭ ﺍﻟﺒﻌﺎﺩ ﻣﻘﺼﻠﺔ ﺍﻟﺮﻭﺡ
ﻟﻢ ﻳﺒﻘﻰ ﻏﻴﺮ ﺍﻟﺤﻠﻢ ﺃﻋﺘﺼﺮﻩ ﻧﺒﻴﺬﺍ
ﺃﺛﻤﻞ ﺑﻚ ﺣﻠﻤﺎ ﺑﻜﺄﺱ ﺣﻨﻈﻞ ﺍﻟﻤﺬﺍﻕ
ﻭ ﺑﻜﻞ ﺻﻤﺖ ﺃﻭﺍﺟﻪ ﺃﻋﺎﺻﻴﺮ ﺍﻹﺷﺘﻴﺎﻕ
ﻓﻼ ﺣﻴﻠﺔ ﻟﻲ ﻏﻴﺮ ﻗﻠﻢ ﺛﻤﻞ ﻭ ﺃﺣﺎﺳﻴﺲ ﺛﻜﻠﻰ
ﻭ ﺃﻭﺭﺍﻕ ﺗﺄﺋﻦ ﻭﺟﻊ ﺍﻟﻜﻠﻤﺎﺕ
ﺷﻔﺎﻫﻲ ﺟﺎﻓﺔ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﻈﻤﺄ
ﻋﻴﻮﻧﻲ ﺇﻋﺘﺎﺩﺕ ﻇﻠﻤﺔ ﺍﻟﻐﻴﺎﺏ
ﻓﻼ ﺷﻤﺲ ﺗﺰﻭﺭﻧﻲ ﻭ ﻻ ﻳﺎﺳﻤﻴﻦ ﻳﻨﻤﻮ ﺑﺄﺭﺿﻲ
ﻻ ﺷﺊ ﻳﺼﻠﻨﻲ ﻣﻨﻚ ﻏﻴﺮ ﺃﻧﻚ ﺫﺍﺕ ﺣﻠﻢ ﻭﻋﺪﺗﻨﻲ ﺑﺎﻟﻠﻘﺎﺀ
ﺃﺯﺭﻉ ﺍﻷﻣﻞ ﺑﺸﺮﻓﺘﻲ . ... ﺃﺭﺍﻗﺒﻪ ﻛﻞ ﺻﺒﺎﺡ .... ﻟﻢ ﻳﻨﻤﻮ ﺑﻌﺪ
ﺃﺗﻌﻤﻖ ﻓﻲ ﺃﺣﺰﺍﻧﻲ ﺃﺣﺎﻭﻝ ﺇﻳﺠﺎﺩ ﺷﻌﺎﻉ ﻧﻮﺭ ﻳﻌﻴﺪﻧﻲ ﺇﻟﻰ ﻃﺮﻳﻘﻚ
ﻟﻦ ﺃﺟﺪ ﻓﻲ ﻏﻴﺎﺑﻚ ﻭﻧﻴﺲ ﻟﻲ ﺳﻮﻯ ﺫﻟﻚ ﺍﻟﻘﻠﻢ ﻭ ﺍﻟﺤﻠﻢ ﻭ ﺇﺣﺴﺎﺳﻲ ﺑﻌﺸﻘﻚ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﺃﺳﻜﻨﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﻠﻬﻴﺐ
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