Illumination

Staring at the light
I cannot see, staring in
The dark brings more light

Lily Pond

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Mourning

“The dark eagles, sleep and death,

Rustle all night around my head:

The golden statue of man

Is swallowed by the icy comber

Of eternity. On the frightening reef

The purple remains go to pieces,

And the dark voice mourns

Over the sea.

Sister in my wild despair

Look, a precarious skiff is sinking

Under the stars,

The face of night whose voice is fading.”

Georg Trakl.

Translated by Robert Bly; The Winged Energy of Delight.

Senbazuru

Oh Morpheus, Morpheus lull me to sleep
That I may dream myself anew
I long to sail on an Olive ship
Heading for that sacred place
Where the ocean turns to stars.

Cursed with a mischievous handkerchief
My personal Voldemort
This heart beats with such bitter anguish
The price of exclusivity, my Odette,
You’re the apple of this one eyed sap.

Those blood red petals staring down
Reveal betrayal on the battlefield of love
Fronds pouring from my eye
Weave a destiny like Indra’s net
A cacophony of reflections unveiled.

Just one drop of your white ambrosia
Is all that’s required to cross the rainbow
And reach the crystal castle far beyond
But like a bruised reed once crushed
Your fruit will no longer ripen.

Wearing your wings on my clipped feet
The white crane takes flight
Lifting me to that holy city in the west
Where the sun hovers above the wine dark sea
To remembrances of a love sublime.

Senbazuru

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