Abu Samra Rulz - the Architect of my Garden of Roses
The heart beating…
The eye beaming…
Bread hug —
Velvet coffee meets the cup
prepared by his loving hands —
for me — his daughter,
Sunny rays come through the door,
his vibe supporting the Lebanese cause,
Love rendered from Damascus to the globe.
Mornings start with the voice of an angel,
Midday vibrates with Arab Classics.
When diving into the realm of stars,
the TV set renders keynotes of Arab classics,
The Swiss Philarmonic,
the other day,
the timer is set to allow for the keynotes
to join him through the night,
Abusamra's got the vibe!
Day and night.
It's either Fahrenheit or Davidoff,
The Damascene Syrian must have Swiss blood
I don’t know of.
An iris covered in eye silk,
My stay with him?
Honey and milk.
The balm of roses on my heart,
The past fuming in rosebuds.
The rose releases Love.
In the infinite here,
I come from a Rose,
my sweetest Damascene Rose!