MY
MUSE
My
muse!
What
beauty do you hide within twilights?
What
dreams you gave birth to beyond the forest glades?
What
songs did you sing in the deep gorges?
What
rays do you seek in the gloomy evenings?
My
muse!
I
stand at the silent crag.
Beat
the silence through the eternity absorbed.
I
see everywhere the old sunset
Everywhere
appears dawn revived.
My
muse!
The
years and the grey hair like the mountain crests,
brightening
under the hidden fogs.
The
spirit carved by the thin pen,
Trembling,
breaking, far away in the remote places
My
muse!
I
wonder, did you come as a curse
Or
as a play played dizzily
I
see the eyes of the girl hidden
And
the tears transformed into an emerald.
My
muse!
Like
a holy soul impels induces neglect forgetfulness
Why
poets we became in the morning
Under
the vagrant step the day passes by
In
our apparitions life
Poetry
My
dreams remained there,
Like
thousand of icebergs in the boundless ocean
My
mind penetrates beyond in the skies.
In
other skies, journeys of poetry.
My
dreams remained there,
In
the vernal nights, full of stars.
Words
that cause the soul shiver
And
weaved the magic linen
My
dreams remained there,
like
the morning light.
With
the yearning of autumn
And
the drops of rain, melancholy.
My
dreams remained there
Over
the archs of rainbows, with meaningful colors.
The
lucky day , hope and merriment,
arched
paths of poetries.
***
Zeus
promised the eternal justice,
hidden,
stopped
for many centuries
Sinners
caught the sinners
the
holiest of presents for the terrible “Had“
Everywhere
supporters applauded absurdity(insanity)
And
everywhere they tightened chains of innocence.
APOCALYPSE
For
the heart,
wondered
everywhere the cursers . . .
but,
alas, the ill-fated,
could
not force it out of the soul.
Monastery
Bells
rang again . . .
Again
someone has passed away!
The
last words, the only ones . . .
All
remained at the monastery.
COHESION
Indeed!
How
close we were yesterday!
Incredible!
How
far we are today!
***
How
many broken hearts,
How
many deeply grieved souls,
How
much tears and how much yearning,
The
big crossroad stops!
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