A Colored Moon//
By: Fareed Ghanem
A moon is red in three moods:
When the ladies of high society kiss windows and walk out without lipstick, or;
When white color is called red, or;
When roses bloom in your face.
A moon is green in three moods:
When shadows of the garden dye curtains with green, or;
When silver is called green, or;
When I look into your eyes.
A moon is yellow in three moods:
When it falls into a jar of olive oil, or;
When a blond girl’s braid covers its forehead, or;
When we worship a golden cow.
A moon is blue in three moods:
When it bathes into the sea, or;
When we turn our faces towards our shoes, or;
When it looks at your eyes in your mirror.
A moon is pink in three moods:
When flowers blossom in our garden, or;
When Heracles carries the Atlantic Ocean on his shoulders, or;
When kids’ bags flow into the street.
A moon is black in three moods:
When earth wanes, eating its sons, or;
When Caligula barks at Rome’s piazzas, or;
When a loaf of bread becomes a rarity.
A moon is brown in three moods:
When my grandfather’s turban gets soiled with dust, or;
When we put on muddy glasses, or;
When you give a look.
A moon is white in three moods:
When colors convene and peace is held in heaven, or;
When clouds are poured into it, or;
When the veil is taken off your face.
A moon is velvet in three moods:
When we sing for the velvet flowers through an old musical circle, or;
When it wraps itself by your scarf, or;
When the sea remembers your cheeks.
A moon is indigo in three moods:
When the Nile jumps into the Delta, or;
When Mongols throw Bagdad into Euphrates and Tigris, or;
When you darken your eyelids with kohl.
A moon is orange in three moods:
When Jaffa’s orchards sit on the moon, or;
When it meets the sun over a remote mountain, or;
When Amsterdam wakes up.
A moon is azure in two moods:
When we plant a river in it, or;
When we shine its stones by our tears.