Through your eyes of sweet folly,
I found, on a summer holiday,
A whirlpool of magical delights!
In the bird nests, lo! Mint candies!
French nougat and jelly babies in oyster shells!
Hanging from the branches of the olive tree,
Strands of spaghetti!
In the singing brook, enticing chocolate wafers!
When, at the seaside, you laughed heartily
Amused that the sand tickled your toes,
Wildly happy that the waves licked your skin
And, with joy you yelled,
I discovered a man-child,
Yielding, warm, whimsical,
Aspiring to impossible dreams!
With one finger, you drew castles in the sand
Painted with seawater our picture on a banana leaf
Ordering the sun not to set
Time to suspend its flight!
You weaved seaweeds in my hair
Claiming they were golden threads
And, I was the Queen of Arabian Nights!
– Anita Bacha –