Living in a Fantasy By Mustafa Hamidkohzad Oct.-Dec. 1999 Lemar-Aftaab In the dying hours of the night, until the dawn of morning light I dream of you, may God be with you Like the silence of the tide, a whisper in the night Your cries have gone unheard, they never really could You are my blood, it boils with anger You are my love, I'm in ecstasy Your children die of hunger I'm living in a fantasy Between the heavens and Earth you stand alone God willing, soon I will be home - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Copyright © 1999 Aftaabzad Publications. All Rights Reserved. May not be duplicated or distributed in any form without permission.