When
 
 
 Yesterday, the storm wept,
Thunder roared, lightning flashed,
I, an eve, have slept,
Lying still, turning then
As a storm cried when!
Will I understand?
When! Will I defend?
A forgotten dream, is it gone,
Or merely lost inside my head?
And what good would it be
To return a dream to an unwanting me?
Tired of understanding,
Tired of defending,
Tired, so I sleep,
A moment still, turning then,
Again when a storm cries when!
 
 
-by Ahmed Samir