Beautiful life

She sweeps the dust
off her eyes
and light the furnace
on fire
not remembering
yesterday's sorrow
a feud was fought
and brought to thought
mirroring broken chests
that kept all secrets alive
they wallowed through the streets
with wee amount of sleep
galloping and walloping
breathtaking views
divine in spirits of summer
colder in winter
stranger dreams reoccur
like broken hearts
that light ashore
of beautiful nights
eager to be told
as one's
but beautiful life

ashraf ishak
6:15 a.m.
11Th August 08'