Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe
My ambassadress—
when I look into the mirror,
her face rises like an unerasable dawn.
When I sleep,
she guards my dreams
and keeps every nightmare
away from my place.
When I walk beside the Nile,
her shadow precedes me,
dancing on the water
like a free spirit.
When I gaze at the full moon,
I see her revolving in its orbit,
a star
that never knows absence.
When I ask for the sun,
she warms my heart
before its rays arrive.
When I smell the roses,
perfumes fall silent,
ashamed
of her presence.
When I taste ripe dates,
her lips whisper sweetness,
and flavor
turns into honey.
My ambassadress—
she is the wind lifting me above the sky,
the voice filling emptiness
before any melody is born.
She is the light
that pierces darkness
and restores life
to every extinguished corner.
When I raise my eyes to the sky,
I find her always there,
dancing among the stars,
planting forests of passion in my heart,
fearless and alive.
She writes her messages on the waves,
lets them breathe upon the Nile,
and travels with me
in every morning
and every sunset.
My ambassadress—
not a woman,
but **the angelic jinn who never leaves**,
whispering to my soul,
engraving eternity of passion on my face,
turning every moment into a poem
and every breath into a song,
leaving life
forever aflame with desire.
