Poem: Journey into Blue Eyes
I wander through those mesmerizing eyes,
On ships crafted from shadows of dreams,
This sweet, pure essence,
I part the dawn, I break through,
And your eyes know that I
Row across the centuries,
Islands adrift – can you comprehend?
I’m the first sailor on
Those ropes beyond – how can you
Speak of closed eyelids?
They wound the stillness within,
You questioned, while the ship swayed,
Will there forever be stars
Sailing on? This is madness.
I cast my roots into the sea,
If they ever thought to falter,
To a harbor that shall never exist.
My solace if I do not return,
Will there forever be stars
Sailing on? This is madness.
I cast my roots into the sea,
If they ever thought to falter.
And it pleases me to find myself
At a harbor that shall never exist.
My comfort, should I not return,
Is that they say: It ended in the eyes.
Poem: How Much Lace
O delicate bunch, oh garden,
Delight in this world and do not hold back,
Sprinkle snow upon our wounds,
O marvelous embroidery, allow it to flow.
O lips that could be unfurled,
And a question, yet unanswered still.
Was it you, my summer, who approached
With the chorus of lilies and sent fragrances?
O lace, with treasures sewn upon you,
Be astonished, for it is good to wonder.
Do I not have a cool corner
Between the almonds and sandalwood?
O lace, I am the flame that,
In a moment, becomes a stream,
With pillows of apples adorned,
Before my eyes, how can I refrain?
And the black lily, in its longing,
Says: Eat, for our flower is edible.
A piece of lace, I become your vessel,
If it departs with the dew, let it be so.
Row with me under a black moon,
I will save it upon a neglected planet.
O sail of goodwill, do not hesitate,
The silk threads, do not feel shame.
Immerse yourself, for the wind is eastern,
What are we, if not seekers of beauty?
For us, in the shade of shadows, there is a fountain,
And a thousand promises await us first.
O wonder of wonders, O lace,
O creation, bless the delicate form.
Poem: I See No One But You
I do not contemplate,
Resisting, or rebelling against your desires.
For I, and all my verses,
Are born from the craft of your hands.
The strangest notion of all,
Is I find myself surrounded by women,
Yet I see no one but you.
Poem: At the Café
Next to me, she chose her seat,
Like a bouquet of flowers in her calmness,
A humble book in hand,
Collecting the remnants of her faith.
The cup leaps with eagerness,
In my hand, longing for her cup.
Oh, the sun’s hat that
The summer pursues along its threads.
A circle of light upon her knee,
Shook my soul from its corners.
She sips from her cup,
While I drink from her lashes.
The story of her eyes captivates me,
Who has seen stars in her tempest?
Every time I gaze at her, she smiles,
And snow falls upon her teeth.
Share with me the morning coffee, and do not
Burden yourself with her sorrows.
I am your neighbor, my lady,
And the hills ask about their neighbors.
Who am I? Let questions be,
A canvas seeking its colors.
Shall we meet, my lady? And she smiled,
Pointing me to her address.
When I looked, I saw nothing but
The mark of redness within her cup.
Poem: She with the Black Eyes
She with the black, radiant eyes,
Those eyes of rain, gleaming.
Nothing do I request from my God but two things:
To preserve those lovely eyes
And to add to my days two more,
To write poetry
In those two pearls.
Poem: Love, My Beloved
Love, my beloved,
Is a beautiful poem written on the moon.
Love is drawn upon all the leaves of trees,
Carved into the feathers of birds
And the raindrops that fall.
But any woman in my homeland,
If she loves a man,
Is cast away, hit by fifty stones.
Poem: Fate You Are in the Form of a Woman
You are fate in the form of a woman,
And I am very much convinced of this destiny.
I am part of you, my lady,
Just as the sigh extends the string.
You are the rain that washes me, so
Do not deny me the fall of rain.
You are my sight. And can one
Even see eyes without sight?
Poem: My Beloved
My beloved, if they ask about me
One day, do not think too much;
Tell them with all pride,
“He loves me… he loves me deeply.”
My little one, if they criticize you one day
For cutting your silken hair,
And how you broke a lovely jar
After nurturing it for months,
That was like summer in my land,
Spreading shade and perfume,
Tell them: “I chopped my hair
Because the one I love prefers it short.”
My princess, if together we dance
Upon the candles to our cherished melody,
And as the moments fly,
Our existence becomes rays and light.
And everyone believes within my arms,
A butterfly eager to take flight.
Continue your dance in calmness,
And make my ribs your bed.
Whisper with all pride:
“He loves me… he loves me deeply.”
My beloved, if they tell you that I
Do not possess servants or palaces,
And there is no diamond necklace in my hands
To adorn your delicate neck,
Tell them with all fervor,
O my first and last love,
Tell them: “He has given me enough
For he loves me deeply.”
My beloved, oh a thousand times my beloved,
The love I have for your eyes is immense
And will forever remain vast.