Samaa
Before words could claim you
Before answers were true,
You were Everything, and you were Blue.
Then, when words mixed like leaven,
You had a name in each continent-
Maybe it was Firmament, maybe Heaven.
But now, as I stare up tongue tied,
I find no name fitting of your pride:
Surely, I can do better than Eternal Guide.
You do deserve more than Continental Mosaic:
Why must my language be so prosaic?
And I just can’t deal with Vastness Reincarnate:
I’ll find you The Name, just you wait!
Yes!
Now I know what I must do,
I’ll visit the roots from where I grew:
A word from there, that’s something new.
Your name will now be Sky,
I’ll gladly let your beauty cause my blindness.
Let’s try that in Arabic, my ancestors’ tongue,
Perhaps a fresh rhyme can be sung.
Your name will now be Samaa,
I’ll gladly let your beauty cause my amaa.
