For you, child

Once upon a time 

I remember,

the light was pushing its way through the dirty window glass 

not able to decide whether it's made up of waves or particles 

not asking itself if it could make it anyways

and it made it. 

I really do remember, 

the sun was shining so heavy that it forced water drops to fly 

water drops thought they were fairies in a child's dream

the child thought they were fairies for real 

ghosts of a long lost pterosaur maybe

or of a Palestinian pen friend 

no longer answering.

Remember, do I, not repressing

there was a knight grey in its shield 

distant is not resistant he said pointing the field

and run 

galloping on his white Arabian 

smirking with the archaic irony of time

not passing. 

Once upon a time, no one to remember

we fought to reflect light 

and we flew to rain on fire 

and we paced to pass on the word

of a child who can no longer dream 

of a light at the end of the tunnel.