Once I caught a glimpse of the Northern Light
It was fragile and soft
so I held it tight
From the mountainous horizon
of a city in red
I could hear it calling like a siren
Ever since, I have been carrying it in my pocket
where it keeps glowing
like the fire trail of a rocket
It reminds me of the Moroccan colours
so loud and sonorous
that they make me shudder
It evokes Marrakech’s sounds
so colourful and vibrant
that they shake the grounds
Back in the real world
I can still feel its vigour in my heart
where it is lying unfurled
And every now and then
I take it out and touch it
with kid gloves again and again
I balance it on the tips of my fingers
where it feels as soft
as the memory it triggers
And just like the water under my feet
it drives me to islands
where life grows on the street
And just like the wind under my wings
it takes me to places
where love springs
"Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell." ~ Charles Bukowski, Women
