Scheherazade
sheltered within window shop chimes
amid bags of spices, gems and flowers,
among silks,
bracelets leavened with gold, incense, pomegranates, dates
sand and tales of wady.
Covering her pearly shoulders
with soft shawls,
weaven from the rain of a single day,
soft wool, Amouage perfume
roots of stars and pearls.

Scheherazade gazes from the eye of chests
of lavish colors
which the watchman of the skies cannot encompass.
She touches the night's ruffles
with flowing fingers of agate
melting the light over the edge of the world.

Scheherazade floats through coffee shops
encrusted in sandalwood,
dances through the market’s labyrinth,
lights Aladdin's lamp
on every mountain.

Nobody knows where the story begins
where it ends
only the prince of destiny searches for her dream
in love.

From right to left,
in a whisper abaya, Scheherezade
leaves writings on the western shore
of the Arabian Sea.