I once wandered there, in the bygone dream
Of long dead poets - In a land supreme
Trodden by mighty Gods and frail mortals -
One gigantic tree, a swirl of petals,
The harmonious birds, the nymphs' silken skin
"Is this heaven a myth I've landed in ?"
As shimmered a lake afar, like a gem
melted in a God's hand, strong and solemn,
Weeping willows revered the deity,
Abasing their branches with humility.
Soon I reached the light of a tiny glade -
Here stood a temple, marbled colonnades
Sheltering a lonely statue within -
Was it a God, a demigod, a man ?
His curly hair dangled on his forehead,
A lyre close to his heart, held so tightly
In his delicate fingers as a friend,
A lover. A face blessed by grace, juvenile
Yet solemn, adorned with bright pupils,
Lips like rosy velvet, a discreet smile.
He was the very essence of beauty
Chiseled in marble for eternity
As a mysterious apparition
Standing, just there - A nameless perfection.
YOU ARE READING
Petals of Dusk
PoetryHere are poems I collected for you, as a lousy bouquet of words, of tears and smiles, of thoughts and feelings, of yearning and resentment - I don't know if they will reach you, yet I feel like my heart and soul needed to be poured on those pieces o...
