Ten Poems: 3 & 4 - Night and the Lilac
My skin has nothing to do with me
If I say that my bones at night are my shell
I entered it to sleep.
Nothing bones to me
If I say that the night is on my skin
As the petals of a flower of the flower on the flower of the flower.
4- The Lilac
And I looked at night, and if at night
Manifold and ancient as the Jupiter oak, and the wind
Black silver. But you,
Another night of your nets:
Lilac, luck to you, and luck to you, spark and frothy--
A goat graze.
© 2020 Hafiz Muhammad Adnan