نافذةٌ لرياحٍ أخرى.. التلويحة الأخيرة للدكتور سعيد السريحي

1 -

He walks on my shadow, wounding it with my stillness

He walks like the dreams of paths for a step that once crossed

And the echo still leads the caravan of longing

He walks with a thousand tribes of poetry

Telling what has whispered from the shadows of his light above the windows of days

No sun to accompany him, nor moon to converse with my years

He walks like the memory of sands for a cloud that was here once

And I let it slip away like a trap

He walks on the edges of my questions

So as not to awaken the meaning that haunts me in a dream

And he delves into certainty

2 -

We waited

We waited long as we knocked on the echo

Hoping to gain a tone that would lead us to the heights of sound

We waited while you tuned the strings of your throat

Wiping away what clung to it from the betrayal of the birds that

Suddenly left their branches

When you were busy pruning them

Only to find that the reservoir of their treasure was not completely empty

So a shot of pent-up anger escapes that has not yet healed

To one of the previous texts, settled in the wrong place

When you were chasing a word you thought had fled from the pen of a text

You were working on at that time without your knowledge

To later discover that it was on a different frequency

And when courage betrayed you for the first time

To wipe the papers with the sleeves of letters as was your habit

Whenever the poem poured out poetry

3 -

The Soothsayer

The night has passed, so let us walk with a borrowed moon

As you used to tell us yesterday from the book of distances

What urges the road with us when we were young

And take us to the balcony of morning, O guardian of lightning

So that you may illuminate the path for us so we do not waste the day

And wash away what the illusion has etched on the walls of our names with flowers

And leave us in the whirlwind of paths, confused

To steal us from you, the sweetness of poems towards the distant that cannot be matched

To leave us on the edge of the letter, half angels in white

And half with the taste of ash, intoxicated

We walked to it in a herd of clouds

Until rain appeared to us in the vicinity

And we were on the brink of dawn, none but you was bolder

When you lifted the curtain

And circled around the Kaaba of our dreams like visions, seven and seven

But we could not, as you did, throw the pebbles