Funeral Of A Bride
Clouds escaping in the wide skies,
Or swarms of birds afraid of destiny,
Is what I see in your wide eyes;
Thoughts haunting a baby's memory
I see you dead in endless silence,
Of an ascetic's prayer mixing with the air,
From a moaning breath; drawing your face,
With eyes melting in horizons of despair
And a sun appearing like a yellow trace,
In the wilderness, seeking a friend,
Getting lost as extended the space,
Sinking deep in frontiers of sand
Your long hair is turning to white?
Like silky water in the ocean of love,
dancing when touched by the moonlight,
Kissing the glimmer when you shine the night
You saw the dreams of childhood;
Fading behind mountains of burdens?
Or smelled the essence of aging blood;
Watering the soil of youthful gardens?
You fear to see the skies glum;
Blinding your hope, killing your light?
Or to call the stars that will never come;
Leaving your tears to twinkle every night?
Ghosts, of scenes which I don't really see,
Screaming loudly in your pure eyes,
With the winds diving in a wide sea,
Of waves roughing when your hair flies
Rather baffled like a courageous knight…
Battled, bled, and lost his victory,
But couldn't escape and leave the fight,
Nor could he show bitterness and misery.
Eyes of a lover, twinkling with riddles,
Courage of a knight, fusing in pain,
And mind running many thousands of miles,
The sun of your life shined in vain
Losing hope while crossing your road,
Glowing your smiles, like painful tears,
Heart penetrated with a long sword,
Then dying slowly with wisdom of the years
I once saw you in the early morning,
Rising upon thrones of light,
Then I heard the clouds singing,
Beside the moon, a star was shining bright.
Now you are fusing alone in the night,
Your hands holding that beautiful head,
Tired and aching from the long fight,
Seeking the day when you are dead
Just like a soul got lost in shadows,
Asking the land where was your home,
Where are those birds roaming the meadow,
And the tunes of light, why faded into gloom!
No difference between day and night,
A bond was broken, were hands holding tight,
Same color of darkness or even the light;
The smile of a child left on the first kite
Now dead the day, was the son of the morning,
No difference between mist or smoke,
Smelling the same at your early mourning,
Same colors too, when your heart is burning
So drop your flowers in the rivers and,
Join the trees with the leaves falling,
Cover with snow your dying land,
And wave up there to the stars waiting.
Release your hair, and wear that dress,
Walk like a bride on her first night,
Ride without fear your magical horse,
And dwell the castle of endless moonlight