It seems, a nucleus film
of smart white with a hint of green
is what separates a nightmare
from a hearty dream.
A balancing act.
A balancing act.
The difference :
in the slants of my mind
and which side of the mirror
I would wake up at dawn -
reality struck, or still drifting
along these shark infested
shores of hope
and oblivion.
Gosh, I long to go home!
_ _ _
"In this world of trickery, emptiness is what your soul wants." - Rumi
along these shark infested
shores of hope
and oblivion.
Gosh, I long to go home!
_ _ _
"In this world of trickery, emptiness is what your soul wants." - Rumi
Overwhelming aching beauty.
ReplyDelete"Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on the mountain........."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOlQb8L0kz0
ReplyDeleteAll in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.
Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift sweet deer
the red rare deer.
Four red roebuck at a white water
the cruel bugle sang before.
Horn at hip went my love riding
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the level meadows ran before.
Softer be they than slippered sleep
the lean lithe deer
the fleet flown deer.
Four fleet does at a gold valley
the famished arrow sang before.
Bow at belt went my love riding
riding the mountain down
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the sheer peaks ran before.
Paler be they than daunting death
the sleek slim deer
the tall tense deer.
Four tall stags at the green mountain
the lucky hunter sang before.
All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
my heart fell dead before.
Ahh, Iulia dear, this is such a beautiful song, such an angelic voice, divine e.e. cummings!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this with me here.