In Any Normal Day
In any normal day Your face is a poem bouncing on the edges of my fingers In any normal day Your voice dances in the chambers of my heart In any normal day You walk through my veins Like a magic secret potion Of happiness. In any normal day Your breath is the wind that stirs the quiet curtains A soft rhythm I follow through the halls Mapping the distance between us Until there is no distance at all. In any normal day Your laughter is the golden ink Writing sunbeams across the floor Turning the mundane into a miracle And leaving me wanting nothing more... Nidal Sati