SOME MORE WORDS FROM MY HEART.....
Another smooth dreary night is blessing the atmosphere
With its mysterious mystique charm
The earth is letting its wounds
Re-open their silent gates
To sip the rain of heavenly sands.
Digging through hidden graves of deceit,
A weary kaleidoscope opens its feeble dry arms widely,
Fluttering its newly born bat - like wings
Above an ocean of dying corals.
Inhaling the inebriating fragrance of a celestial entity,
Accompanying a lonely lifeless cliff in its aimless voyage,
Dreaming inside a rhapsody of transparent visions,
Far away, into a borderless, meaningless dimension,
A shallow silhouette is counting the stars.
Each falling drop of tranquility that enwraps the air
Is a castaway traveller
That coyly murmurs its story –
A fairy – tale that has been denied by its own vibration.
Escaping into an obscure refuge,
Being sipped into a mesmerizing mirage,
Unconsciously diving and drowning inside the luring wonder
Of the fountains of time,
The shadow returns to its denied origin.
Hiding behind curtains of incandescent light,
It tries to retain the elapse of time
Inside an ancient broken hourglass
That relishes
The dreams of celestial insomnia
No more…
An hourglass whose threads of sand
Forgot long ago what it is like
To count the sleepless stars on the ocean of corals…
With its mysterious mystique charm
The earth is letting its wounds
Re-open their silent gates
To sip the rain of heavenly sands.
Digging through hidden graves of deceit,
A weary kaleidoscope opens its feeble dry arms widely,
Fluttering its newly born bat - like wings
Above an ocean of dying corals.
Inhaling the inebriating fragrance of a celestial entity,
Accompanying a lonely lifeless cliff in its aimless voyage,
Dreaming inside a rhapsody of transparent visions,
Far away, into a borderless, meaningless dimension,
A shallow silhouette is counting the stars.
Each falling drop of tranquility that enwraps the air
Is a castaway traveller
That coyly murmurs its story –
A fairy – tale that has been denied by its own vibration.
Escaping into an obscure refuge,
Being sipped into a mesmerizing mirage,
Unconsciously diving and drowning inside the luring wonder
Of the fountains of time,
The shadow returns to its denied origin.
Hiding behind curtains of incandescent light,
It tries to retain the elapse of time
Inside an ancient broken hourglass
That relishes
The dreams of celestial insomnia
No more…
An hourglass whose threads of sand
Forgot long ago what it is like
To count the sleepless stars on the ocean of corals…
Dejavu! I remember feeling exactly the same... Were you gloomy when your heart ushered this word flow? They say the best of art is when the artist is sad.
ReplyDeleteWords like "shallow silhouette" and "earth letting it's wounds" easily reveal the attempted camouflage. The language is rich, like a necklace of colorful gems, one which I often compare with the sight on the concretes of Marine Lines. I see enormous amount of variety in the "tranquility" of the sea, as the water collides with the stones, artificial, yet beautiful...
Only difference - They succeed in the deceit!