A Vow, a Wish and Many Stones for Palestine

I vow to never, never, never speak to the stones again.
I vow to never dream of the midnight sea.
I vow to never imagine black as the colour of the sky
    which is never black, just beyond our grasp.
I vow to never remember my gelatinous birth.
I vow to never believe never remains for ever.

I always wish for the olive to plump its flesh
    when it so desires.
I always wish for the orange to ripen with juice
    in its own time.
I always wish for the stars and the clouds to mingle
    just by themselves.
I always wish for the desert and the salty sea to touch
    with no barriers in between.
I always wish always remains for ever.