Beirut

I want to take you to the corniche

Where the days unties behind the ruby sea

Where The Sun peeks with glimmering glee

Where The ray would fall beneath our feet

If it is going to take a while, my Sunkist

Brush the coal-warmth peck against my lips

Swing me like the tide that the ocean breaks against

Cover my sleep with the tightest lullaby

Until then,

We will wake up as king and queen.

To the reviving sunshine  

And the past shall now be relived.