Muse of years

For years it was hidden

For years it was forbidden

All the pride and grace

And the smile on her face

Rambles with the wind

All we tried to end

Where wind blows from north

As she swings back and forth 

I will always remember 

That day of December

And the nights ever since

The warmth I still miss

Until the end of time

Until the end of rhyme

I'll remember that smile

Away a thousand mile

Still in mind; a print

The sins I repent 

The disbelief in god 

The dancer and the crowd

All we assume to know 

The goddess and the crow

The madness

The sadness 

All the words I write 

All the days I fight 

All my murdered fear 

Still the muse of years

Iris, Tulips and wine

All I wish to be mine

And I still can't be free

To ask why not me

For once I was one

For a month I saw the sun

The eclipse of 14 days

The future and the maze 

We still fear to ask

As we see through the mask 

Would the flame shine again

After your return 

The distance in between

The road we've never seen

The prisoner without a crime

The lack of space and time

The intoxication of hope

The ends of the rope 

To forget all the sorrow

And look into tomorrow

In the absence of delight

Wanderers of the night

Each walks alone

Drifters until the dawn 

Author's Note

Reviews are welcomed

Reviews

[YouoweYoupay]

Because of my recurring 'noise anxiety', I have detected many different voices along the lines that seemed at first contradictions. There was a loudness I enjoyed comprehending bit by bit. Besides the frustration of wanting what we cannot have, there was also a deep questioning of existence and the direction of human contact and socialization. There also seemed to be bubbling the awareness of an unhealthy, modern isolation among loved ones AND strangers nowadays. Personal memories that are difficult to translate because of their privacy also interrupted the flow, not in a bad way.

"Iris, Tulips and wine
All I wish to be mine
And I still can't be free
To ask why not me".

Those were some of the lines that stuck with me. Nice and quotable. Thank you for sharing! :)

-Wala

[M.Kilani]

It's been a while since I got any reviews, I even stopped checking WC, but I'm truly glad that I did tonight.
First-most,thank you for the review your interpretation is quiet close to accurate as I have deliberately made the objects and elements mentioned vague in general unless related to specific people although the entire poem revolves around one person.

Those lines that are stuck with you mostly sum up the desire and fear, which are both now gone, taking along the beauty of iris, tulips and wine, at least in the eye of the beholder.

Thank you again for the review which forced me to reread my own work and took me back to the last moment of true joy I've ever had.

Mohammad.

[St.Quin]

The artistry behind this poem is profound.

[M.Kilani]

Thank you very much, I'm glad you find it so.

[Don Shaw]

The prisoner with out a crime- very profound!

[B. Maaitah]

I love it

[Coyote Poetry]

"Iris, Tulips and wine
All I wish to be mine
And I still can't be free
To ask why not me"
I love the way you use the language. Allowing the reader to fall into beautiful thoughts and hope. The poem create many visions of hope and sadness. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Yasmin]

I have to admit that I read this about 4 times to be able to feel or try to understand the whole picture but once I did it felt good.
A well chosen title that drags the reader in and a beautiful beginning flowed by a flawless rhyme with a cherry on top of it all, an outstanding ending...
My absolute favorite lines are:
"Still in mind; a print
The sins I repent
The disbelief in god
The dancer and the crowd"

Well done and hope to read more of your poems soon

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

I like the intensity of this piece, I have a certain nostalgia when I read you, I have always cherished your poetic gifts.

[M.Kilani]

Thank you Micheal, I'm glad you liked it, it's been a while since I wrote a poem, I thought I've lost the gift and inspiration as well, but it's all about the muse... same muse I had 3 years ago... inspiring!!

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

Yes 3 years ago you wrote good stuff! I remember.