Overtly the glorious sonnet is accomplished. Lyrics go round
The composer enters the hypnagogic state.
Nothing but a mechanism, those static images
Those visions of absurd melodrama
Round and round they go.
Encircling the garden of nostalgia.
Forever and a day they will rotate
Before one single thought split and run off
Arise then, mystical spirits of the past. Arise.
Give birth to your endless rhythmical beat
Once more I would seduce you
As you vibrate beneath my skin
As you chant deep within my heart.
Eulogy not condemnation is my due
I do not know what affection draws me toward you
But, at my own risk, I will fix you.
Offer me a lingering kiss and leave the world behind
Never presume that your darkness appalls me
Into it falls pure, absolute, bright Youth
This union is braver than I am myself.
I shall conquer you, gloriously
The tyranny of fear will be diminished.
Along with the spirits of Compassion, Truthfulness and Unity
A path will emerge, leading to our eternal country.
If soul –searching ascends me to higher fields, Starvation commands me, primitively, to descend
Round and round. Back and forth
Down to the reddish muddy ground again…
A few fools are being crucified. They dream of Love and Brotherhood
The composer is still there, but holds another name.
What is not in his nature, he cannot offer
And I remain overfed by this ocean of infinite deceitful flattery
For the heart desires truthfulness.
Our heart. A compass to homeland
Recording its euphonious beat. Absorbing its fine lyrics
Is not each second, the end and the beginning?
O my sonnet
I am alive again. I am aware of it
For I Love
For I suffer.