Words Written Backwards (Radio Baghdad Edit)

It was like the words were written backwards

And on a tiny grain of sand

But in fact they were gigantic

And written in bold red

Nevertheless, I didn’t heed the warning

Of my pending fate

It’s my practice to disregard omens

Until it is too late

Rising from a depth I’ve never seen

Something came and moved me

In a way I’ve never been moved

Lost it in the impulse

Lost it in the urge

In a well of my own feelings

Lost the point of no return

Gave it in a whisper

Gave it in a sigh

Cast part of myself aside

And I don’t want to know why

Rising from a depth I’ve never seen

Something came