The Creeping Waves
The waves creep
And my martyr lover
Brightens a light
Shines a passion
Rises a sun
My lover
A martyr
I’m not wrong
I don’t mock
And I have declared my love
There is no love without a home
And no tune without a home
I search among the waves
And thunderbolts will not kill me
Nor hold me
I will make of your bleeding a heart
Quuvering
Creeping
Oh waves creep
And calm down
There’s no love without a home
No affection without a home
No tune without a home .
Hamid Zidouhi