Poetry
The Wild Mirage
In my world of moonless blurry nights
You give me the gift of impassioned sights
As I touch the lips to sculpt your face
I come alive on verge of prophetic light
A journey unexpected I undertake
Not knowing the reason why The wind gathers sweet fragrance of jasmine
The warm breeze sets leaves a-flutter
As cool rain clouds you become the bohemian
Quenching thirst of parched mountain
In the gathering summer afternoons
You transform to cool silhouette of serene
In rain I long to see crimson lotus tremble on restless pond
To hear soft raindrops compose enchanting song I journey with you somewhere deep in woods
I rejoice desert heat in receding moments of day
In sightless existence I feel the poignant sun ray
I become shimmering dews of twilight mist
Caressing gently nape of your swan neck
I touch the wind that weaves through your hair
In still mind I hear your cosmic laughter so fair To be with you is to hear recital of the Quran
To become entrenched in Torah's song
To blend into the sound of hymn in church
A soundless prayer you are in my spiritual search
With you I transport to mellowed passion
I embrace you to hold the moment to eternity
As guiding star you take me to rim of divinity
Thus the soft rhythm of your heart I foretell
Or is it the beat of mine in a quiet citadel?…
You give me the gift of impassioned sights
As I touch the lips to sculpt your face
I come alive on verge of prophetic light
A journey unexpected I undertake
Not knowing the reason why The wind gathers sweet fragrance of jasmine
The warm breeze sets leaves a-flutter
As cool rain clouds you become the bohemian
Quenching thirst of parched mountain
In the gathering summer afternoons
You transform to cool silhouette of serene
In rain I long to see crimson lotus tremble on restless pond
To hear soft raindrops compose enchanting song I journey with you somewhere deep in woods
I rejoice desert heat in receding moments of day
In sightless existence I feel the poignant sun ray
I become shimmering dews of twilight mist
Caressing gently nape of your swan neck
I touch the wind that weaves through your hair
In still mind I hear your cosmic laughter so fair To be with you is to hear recital of the Quran
To become entrenched in Torah's song
To blend into the sound of hymn in church
A soundless prayer you are in my spiritual search
With you I transport to mellowed passion
I embrace you to hold the moment to eternity
As guiding star you take me to rim of divinity
Thus the soft rhythm of your heart I foretell
Or is it the beat of mine in a quiet citadel?…
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