Waited until the wind blows |11 January 2014

Waited, and waited until the wind blows,

Found myself,

Down the road,

At Beau Vallon Bay.

Got entangled in wind blows,

Found myself sinking in your foot prints;

Felt no warmth as ever,

Left my anchor between your toes.

Drown in an ocean of all saints and scents;

Could let my love melt away in the air,

Could let the clouds carry it away,

A journey Good Lord may choose the way.

A way our hearts paved no where,

No where, no where,

Where thorns found its way,

Where hate cursed our way,

Where the devil stays,

Where Good Lord may still choose the way,

A way through fog could find its way,

Far away from hearts could dig their ways.

Through jungle of terror,

I walked away,

From frustrations could bubble its way,

From anguish of beasts,

I still walked away.


Listening to the lions of anger all the way,

Could see the reason light our way.

In a pool of where all hate found their ways,

I still could dive away,

A way with you,

Where no one in our way,

A way Juliane and I found no where,

Where currents still pulling me away,

Where love still under its way,

I still pray,

Good Lord bless my way,

A way I and she find it away,

Away from all hate…from all beasts could feed.

Far away,

In search of what might never rise again,

Souls that are virgin, safe and dim,

Waited, and waited until the wind blows.


Dr Montaser Fayek El-khaldy