ﺷﺮﻳﺪﺓ
ﺷﺮﻳﺪﺓ ﺃﻧﺎ ﻓﻤﻦ ﻳﺮﺟﻊ ﺍﻟﻐﺎﺋﺐ ﻷﻫﻠﻪ ﺳﻮﻯ ﺍﻟﻤﻮﺕ
ﺩﺭﻭﺑﻨﺎ ﺃﺛﻤﺮﺕ ﺑﺎﻟﺒﻴﺖ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺗﻄﺎﻭﻝ ﺍﻟﻤﺤﻦ
ﻭﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺸﻬﺐ ﻓﻴﻪ ﻣﺎﻻﺫ ﺑﺎﻟﻈﻞ ﺃﻃﻴﺎﻑ
ﺷﻌﺎﻉ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺧﻴﻂ ﺍﻟﺤﺮﻳﺮﻳﺸﺪﻩ ﺍﻟﺸﻮﻕ
ﺇﻟﻰ ﻗﻠﺐ ﺣﺒﻴﺐ ﺑﺎﺕ ﻳﺪﺍﺭﻱ ﻣﻦ
ﺟﺮﺍﺣﺎﺗﻲ .. ﻭﺁﻫﺎﺗﻲ
ﺑﻌﺪ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻖ ﺍﻷﻧﺴﺎﻡ ﻳﺤﺴﺐ ﺃﻧﺠﻢ ﺍﻟﻠﻴﻞ
ﺟﻠﺴﺖ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺑﺎﺑﻲ ﺃﺑﻜﻲ ﻛﻠﻤﺎ ﻋﺎﺩﻭﺍ
ﺃﻳﺎ ﻣﺼﺒﺎﺡ ﻗﻠﺒﻲ ﻭﻳﺎﻋﺰﺍﺋﻲ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻤﻠﻤﺎﺕ
ﺿﻌﻔﻲ .. ﺭﻭﺣﻲ
ﻭﺯﺍﺩﻱ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻷﻫﻞ ﺇﺫﺍ ﻣﺎﻋﺎﺩﻭﺍ
ﻛﺄﻧﻬﺎ ﺗﺨﻄﻔﺘﻨﻲ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻴﻨﻜﻢ ﻗﺒﻀﺔ ﻭﺣﺶ
ﻭﻛﻨﺘﻢ ﺃﻧﺘﻢ ﺃﻛﺜﺮ ﺃﻭﻫﺎﺟﺎً ﻭﺇﻳﻼﻣﺎً
ﻭﻟﻢ ﺗﺪﺭﻭﺍ ﺑﻲ ﻭﻻ ﺃﻳﻦ ﺫﻫﺒﺖ
ﻣﻀﻴﺖ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺟﺒﻞ ﺑﻜﻴﺖ .. ﺿﺤﻜﺖ
ﻫﺐ ﻭﺣﺶ ﺍﻟﻠﻴﻞ ﻋﻠﻲ ﺃﻭﻫﺎﻣﺎً
ﺍﺧﺘﺒﺄ ﺍﻟﺨﻮﻑ ﺑﻴﻦ ﺃﺟﻔﺎﻧﻲ ﺳﻬﺪﺍً
ﻭﻓﻲ ﻗﻠﺒﻲ ﺷﻌﺎﻉ ﺿﻮﺀ ﺧﺒﺎ ﺑﻼ ﺭﺟﻌﺔ
ﻭﺧﻠﻔﻨﻲ ﺃﻓﺘﺶ ﻋﻨﻪ ﺑﻴﻦ ﺍﻟﺪﺟﻰ ﻭﺍﻷﺻﺪﺍﺀ
ﻓﺒﺖ ﺃﺣﻠﻢ ﺑﻴﻦ ﻧﻮﺭ ﻭﻋﺘﻤﺔ ﻭﺃﻣﻞ
ﺑﺸﻲﺀ ﻟﻮﺗﺠﺴﺪ ﻛﺎﻥ ﻓﻴﻪ ﺍﻟﻤﻮﺕ ﻭﺍﻟﻨﺸﻮﺓ
ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﻟﻢ ﺍﻟﻤﻨﻜﻮﺏ ﻳﻤﻠﺆﻩ ﻛﺄﺱ ﺍﻟﺸﻘﻮﺓ
ﻭﻓﻴﻪ ﺍﻟﻔﻘﺮ ﻭﺍﻟﺠﻮﻉ ﻭﻓﻴﻪ ﺍﻟﺪﺍﺀ ﻭﺍﻵﻻﻡ
ﻭﺃﻧﺘﻢ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻓﻤﻲ ﻛﻮﻋﻜﺔ ﺩﺍﺀ ﺩﺍﺋﻤﺔ
ﺃﻓﺘﺶ ﻋﻨﻜﻢ ﺑﻴﻦ ﻣﻦ ﺭﺍﺣﻮﺍ ﻭﺟﺎﺅﻭﺍ
ﺑﻼ ﻛﻠﻞ ﻭﻻ ﻣﻠﻞ ﻭﻻﺍﺳﺘﺴﻼﻡ