turning fans

again...the pain of two dream
the one with unlimited light, dance and eyes
and the one where  the sound of a fan calms me and soothes me and respects me

i respect myself

again the pain of two fantasies
the one with fame
and the one with tame
the one with glitter
and the one where a small lamp for a baby's room flickers

it is warm
it is sudan and it is beautful
the faint whisper of a turning fan , a soothing air con
a flickering bathroom light
cotton night dresses and the paints of henna flowers sleeping
to look bright again for a new day
the scent of tradition
musk at dusk and coats a soft body
pillows with feathers and not factory

I love the sound of fans at night through the night
the rythmical wave of air making peace
with your body
cooling your fate
changing your time of seconds and hours of ...another night
but every night is special
if youl isten to the sound of a fan
beating , in the backround of love
and still water
in glasses
waiting to be used
until then their slim meniscus chills to the circles of sleep
snooze buttons wait too
and tv's watch amidst the led red of  off
wait
wait

I love the sound of a turning fan at night
it makes me feel calm and soothed with reality of rythym and quest to find that room of calmness within me
that only has a turning fan of calm