Dreams of Montazah - in the 1950's

Dreams of Montazah.

He dreams of Montazah

the palace within his mind,

as he is quietly resting,

I know he goes back in time.

This splendid 'Salam-lek' palace

built high on hills above

this turquoise studded jewel,

secluded bay, entwined with doves.

Amid the palms, stands clearly
this monument of love,

built from finest 'red bricks',

a blessing from above.

Smooth and graceful standing proud,

with white 'najoods' and sea around,

he would walk in verdant grounds,

in peaceful harmony, no sound.

The quiet of these gardens

lush all, 370 fed-dans,

would take his heart in a myriad walk,

his bare feet, on fine white sand.

He dreams of 'Montazah', the palace,

always within his mind,

this paradise inn of time,

he enters gates that keep the crowds at bay,

which for him are opened, every single day.

And when he's tired of strolling,

I know just where he'll go

he'll leave gazelles and rock gardens

and the flowers, he loves so,

he'll step across the water

to the island of all time

where classical statues never alter,

in plethora, there to stand.

And here he'll fish or flirt !

or swim, in sunlit sheltered bays

and for a little while,

he remember all those days.

Montazah keeps him peaceful

I see that smile again, and when

he sleeps tomorrow,

he'll go right back again.

@ Copyright 2007 -Hamada used to walk in these Gardens as a child.