The girl who sew his dress

The girl who sew his dress

Why you untie in night its threads

You song afraid to sing

You bird away of wind

You wasted the nights

While the moon waited

You wasted the nights

To sew and to untie it

You song afraid to sing

You bird afraid of wind

I miss your eyes

Talking to me

I miss your hopes

In the long roads

Walking me

The girl who draw in his sketch

A little princess running from a witch

You are a past

Still afraid to be lost

You are a memory

Looking for never last

I miss your dream

Telling me

I miss your window

In the dark roads

Lighted to me

The girl who wrote in his note

A words for a sailor left with a boat

You strangers afraid of home

You a poet afraid of poem

You wasted the nights

While the moon waited

You wasted the nights

To sew and to untie it

The girl who sew his dress

Why you untie in night its threads

Yasser

18April