"Lost Moons" by Zaheda Ghani Jan.-March 1999 Lemar-Aftaab even though you stand close to me, i cannot let you touch the heart strings, for i know that you will break them. i can see time taking me away, like a river going further only. i thought you might have the magic key, but your will tells me its only a dream. sometimes no matter how much one yearns of staying, like sand they slip through the fingers. watching it disappear, even if it was something you always wanted. tell the clock to hold one moment longer its incessant ticking. and slow down the clouds of doubt which come rising around me. let it stay the same for one more day, so you can bring back the moon you lost one night. but its always too late... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Other Works by Zaheda Ghani : An Angle on Sydney (article -- Oct-Dec.98) The Music and the Spirit(prose -- Oct-Dec.98) My Journey and My Prayer(poem-- July-Sept 98) Fragmentations(poem -- July-Sept 98) in a tiny black box (poem -- April-June 98) Afghanistan... (short story -- April-June 98) Zaheda Ghani is a member of the Association of Afghan Writers (AAW). Copyright © 1999 Aftaabzad Publications. All Rights Reserved. May not be duplicated or distributed in any form without permission.