The Vault of Heaven~ By Walid Boureghda

She is a lavish perfume
That blows me all out of gloom

She’s like a chronic figment 
Coming in a skin pigment

She is like a morning mist,
Like a goddess to be kissed. 

She’s like a trophy rebab,
With whizzy strings hard to grab 

She’s wholly beyond reproach,
Shielded with the brightest brooch.

She’s beyond any single torment,
Without her, I shall lament.

She’s well like wispy cirrus, 
Whence a drop of words cheer us.

She’s like a literary book;
Some wits are there when I look. 

She’s all the air I long breathe,
With her I shall never seethe.

She’s my real joy on this earth,
From whence so she let me worth.

She’s like a kind of brandy,
Luscious, tasty and handy.

She’s somehow a bit wayward
When pursuing a reward.

She’s cute like a coral reef;
Her scent’s a comfy relief.

She’s like the vault of heaven,
On me from Allah given.


Author Bio:
Walid Boureghda is an Algerian poet, working as an Administrative Executive at Sonatrach-Agip Group. He holds a a B.A degree in the English Language and Literature from the University of BATNA in Algeria.