The scale broke
When two hands ferociously hit the dream
That lay upon it
The pan hit the outstanding veins of earth
A bewildered dust shivered over its face
Asking who had awakened it from its nap?
Who scattered the pomegranates?
Some rubies lingered on the scale pan;
Red drops trickled announcing their death
When the scale broke
The earth's eye split into two halves:
A horizontal split that separated the two eyelids
No way for the two eyelids to embrace
In a moment of love
No way for the eyelashes to embrace
So that a curtain of safety falls
So that yesterday may return as before:
A child, playing on a rocking horse
On which, he travels across the world
Without a passport
Glue got loosened from the hinges
It fell to pieces on the carpet, the stairs
Under the table, and the bed
The playing child had nothing but a broken horse
The night lamps were turned off in his eyes
He slept with a snowy heart
Where waves of sorrow flowed under the surface
The waves were waiting for the shell to break
And let two feet fall to the bottom!
O my crucified heart on the pole of dream
Looking at them from above, detached
They see you crucified, void of will
But you see in them an emptiness, a complete illusion
You yearn for justice, that is crying inside yourself
Silent in your country, your job
Your love, and your fun
Dissolved like ice in your cup
Your horse is broken long ago
How can you roam the world
In the heart of darkness
On a horse whose eyes were poked
Looking for the shattered pieces of the scale
To gather the seeds of pomegranate?
How can you return light to the blind hearts?
How can the dream return to sleep peacefully
On the scales?
How for that to happen
When your right eye blinked long ago
And you heard a crow crying?
So a shiver streamed through the secure heart
When the scale … got broken!
(11/10/2005)
