Your absence is the stone upon my chest.
Won’t you roll it away?
I am the Lazarus of myself.
Your voice
a petal of fragrant light:
Come forth to me arrayed in it
and I shall breathe myself to life.
From the book “In Forbidden Time”
هنري زغيب
Your absence is the stone upon my chest.
Won’t you roll it away?
I am the Lazarus of myself.
Your voice
a petal of fragrant light:
Come forth to me arrayed in it
and I shall breathe myself to life.
From the book “In Forbidden Time”