An Unusual Dream

My god lives as an anchoret
And follows his unusual fate.
In the dwelling of the mount
That rushed directly from the water,
In the jealous ocean's heart,
In the distance from our fraud,
Above the fury of waves' roar
He steps on the balcony of stone
And turns through years all his stare
Of solitude, grief and despair.
His arms are folded on the chest.
Defending from the wind himself
He prays, dressed in the garment long.
He carries all his mind and thought
There where I am standing now.
He feels the instant is like hours.
He looks and breathes, loves and wants.
There aren't enough days and nights.
He tells me not to feel much sorrow:
All the rewards're ahead, henceforward.
Past love is moaning, groaning,
So, on purpose it is broken
For future jealous passions.
Hamal then will grant me a smile
And cover with red sweet wine.
I shan't feel pity for the time -
From past days it will ache and whine
Like something grey, alien and foreign.
But he will hide it with his longing,
And all again here will be mine.
I'll relive summit of the time.
At the top of time he's living.
Only from the past oblivion
Goes like a letter through years' torments.
The behest envelope is opened,
Reminds me from the centuries of depth:
They'd gone in sorrow into death
Then to reveal, the strength make greater
In order that to live in me and later.
So proudly I go in front, ahead.
I'll take my place when there is the end.
My god lives as an anchoret
And follows his unusual fate.
He loved me once, while dreaming.
Now granted freedom willingly.




Poetry by Alla Antares
Read 766 times
Written on 2008-06-21 at 22:07

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text