A Love Poem for This City | nujoomalghanem

A moon on the edge of the window,
a night that never wakes in these lands,
Flowers withering in the field.

A Love Poem for This City

In this city,
the moon casts its light upon the waters of the sea,
illuminating the shores
and lighting the alleys
for those who pass by.

And here, at the threshold of every evening,
my mother’s voice never tired
of reciting verses
to keep it safe.

And the night, with all its stars,
grew accustomed to never sleeping,
keeping watch over its walls.

Here, sand and stone
are angels that never falter,
and the breeze
is basil and jasmine.

And here,
in this city,
I leave my heart
hanging upon its walls,
so the passersby may know
how deeply I loved it.