Tuesday, February 8, 2011


Sand passes me as I’m searching
Weather that chills me
Milk I drank of
Camel, where are you?
Yesterday, here
Tomorrow, gone
Day after day
I’m still looking for my camel

Tired of waiting
My hope is crushed
Prayers to God
Everyday, minutes after seconds
A lost camel
I was its owner
Loved him as my baby
Alone in the desert
He was there to save me
Stars above who protected me
Whispered don’t quit
You’re too strong now

Lift me up from this nightmare
Your silence I can hear
Words calling out for me
Movements during nights
Thought you never leave me
Siesta time,
And still I recall your voice
I miss you, Camel.

Laila Siad
Copyright 2010

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