More poems by Nabil Shaban

Don’t Crawl Up the Volcano......12th December 1983

Take me back to the River,
To the one that’s hard to Cross,
I want a boat without a sail,
Now that my life is All but Lost.

chorus:
Don’t crawl up the Volcano,
It’s not as steep as it seems,
The inferno within is no match,
To begin the power of your dreams.

There’s a Man way up the River,
And He’s got my name in His hands,
Through His fingers it drips away,
Like the eternal shifting sands.

The stars are falling around me,
I’m trying to shelter my head,
But my hands wave to set me free,
They’d sooner fly than souls go dead.

Somewhere there’s a Glass Rainbow,
In a case of molten lead,
And a key that’s meant for turning,
In a belly that’s starved of bread.

Take me back to the River,
I can’t swim, but I’ll never drown,
I want to live like a Saviour,
But I’ve dreams, not thorns for a crown.

......... Copyright Nabil Shaban 1983