ﺑﻴﻦ ﺑﻘﺎﻳﺎ ﺍﻟﺤﺐ ... ﻭﺟﺪﺕ ﻧﻔﺴﻲ ﺃﺗﻨﻔﺴﻪ ..... ﻳﻮﻡ ﻗﺮﻋﺖ ﻃﺒﻮﻝ ﺍﻟﺮﺣﻴﻞ ﺇﻟﻰ ﻗﺒﻠﺔ
ﺍﻟﻌﺸﻖ ....
ﻭﺍﻟﻤﺴﻜﻴﻦ ﻗﻠﺒﻲ .....ﻛﻮﺍﻩ ﺍﻟﻔﺮﺍﻕ ..... ﻓﻌﺎﺵ ﻳﺘﻴﻤﺎ ﻳﻘﺜﺎﺕ ﻣﻦ ﺣﻠﻢ ﺑﻌﻴﺪ.... ﻗﺪ ﺗﺮﻛﻪ
ﺍﻟﻤﺎﺿﻲ ﻓﻲ ﺃﻃﻼﻝ ﺍﻟﻌﺒﻮﺭ.
ﻭﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﺣﺴﺒﺘﻬﺎ ﻟﻲ .... ﻭﺩﻋﺖ ﺳﻔﺮﻱ ﺇﻟﻰ ﻭﺟﻬﺔ ﻣﺠﻬﻮﻟﺔ ...ﻗﻴﻞ ﻟﻲ ﺃﻧﻬﺎ ﺗﺴﻜﻦ ﺍﻟﻘﺼﻮﺭ . .
ﻓﺒﺘﺖ ﺃﻳﺎﻣﺎ ﻭﺃﻧﺎ ﺃﺣﺘﺴﻲ ﻣﺪﺍﻣﻌﻲ.... ﻭﺍﻟﻜﺄﺱ ﺭﻓﻴﻘﻲ ﻳﻮﻣﻬﺎ ...... ﻭﻧﺪﻱﻣﻲ ﻋﻘﻠﻲ ....ﺇﺫ
ﻫﻮ ﻟﻴﺲ ﻛﺬﺍﻟﻚ ...ﺍﻟﺘﻮﻫﺎﻥ ﺷﻌﺎﺭﻩ ... ﻭﺍﻟﺘﺒﺎﻙﻱ ﻃﺮﻳﻘﻪ ﺇﻟﻰ ﺍﻟﺴﺮﻭﺭ ...
ﻻ ﺳﺎﻣﺢ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺃﻓﺴﺪﻭﺍ ﻓﺮﺣﺘﻲ ﻓﻲ ﻟﻴﻠﺔ ﺍﻟﺰﺣﻒ ...... ﻗﺘﻠﻮﻧﻲ ﻭﺃﻧﺎ ﺃﺳﻴﺮ .....
ﻭﺍﻟﻴﻮﻡ ﻭﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﻟﺠﺒﺮﻭﺕ .... ﻗﻴﻞ ﻟﻲ ﺃﻧﻬﺎ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ .... ﻭﺍﻟﻌﻠﻢ ﻭﺍﻟﻘﺴﻢ ﺑﻴﺪﻳﻬﺎ .... ﺗﺮﻳﺪ ﻟﻲ ﺃﻏﻨﻴﺔ
ﻏﻨﺎﻫﺎ ﺑﻠﺒﻞ
ﺍﻷﻣﺲ ... ﻭﻗﻠﺒﻲ ﻗﺎﻝ ﻫﻴﻬﺎﺕ ...ﻭﻋﻘﻠﻲ ﻻﺯﺍﻝ ﻣﻦ ﻭﻗﻊ ﺍﻟﻬﻮﻝ ﻣﺬﻫﻮﻝ.
ﻗﻮﻝ ﻟﻬﺎ ..... ﻻ ﺣﺠﺔ ﻟﺴﻔﺮ ﺍﻷﻣﺲ ....ﻗﻮﻝ ﻟﻬﺎ ﺳﺤﻘﺎ ﻟﻘﺼﺮ ﻳﻔﺘﻘﺪ ﺇﻟﻰ ﺍﻟﺤﺐ .... ﻣﺎ
ﺫﻧﺒﻲ ﺇﺫ ﻟﻢ ﺃﺑﻌﺚ
ﺃﻣﻴﺮ .....
ﺣﻜﺎﻳﺘﻬﺎ ﻻ ﺗﺮﺩ .... ﻫﻲ ﻣﺴﻴﺮﺓ ﻷﻟﻒ ﻋﺎﻡ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺼﻤﺖ .... ﺣﻜﺎﻳﺔ ﻛﺘﺒﺖ ﺑﻮﺭﻕ
ﺍﻟﺸﻬﺪ .....ﻓﻠﻴﺘﻚ ﻛﻨﺖ ﻗﺒﻞ ﻫﺬﺍ ﺣﻜﺎﻳﺔ ﻭﻋﺒﻴﺮ