Today when we were leaving Palais Garnier, You smiled at the skyline and said what a wonderful view,
my ears were still ringing from the wailing woman who had performed last, my cheeks flushed with ignorance, I wished to tell you then that you looked like Adonis reborn with your hair made of golden silk,
But my stomach has always been filled with moths not butterflies,
So I dissolved into the background noise, Taking up more space than I could ever carry, watching you as the stars illuminated your unholy beauty.
almond fronds for visions spidered eyes black a wink kisses the cheeks a sunrise nose spry lips of tangerine peels left after eating the heart calmest flowing rivers shoulders of the places bream nip for joy under a water slip she is jungled shy as the panther in the shadows sleuthing blending in and standing out when your eyes do meet a sudden reality by god she is beauty the forest the green lush thickets impenetrable dark illusive illusory a dream a destroyer saviour a wild thing a nerve fiber a coiled up bindle of masks and hard sharpnesses and soft fur purr
Far beyond the steel grey towers And flashing lights in evening hours Through the old forests And over the streams Where birds still call And stars yet gleam Can a pool be found of silvery blue Reflecting the heavens that we once knew With tranquil waters And wind in the trees Can I find again Who I used to be
If I look back A black rose come on wet tears of streams And she took off In the **** of evening tide
If I look back An old dusty city Rows of abandoned cars, houses And a raven stands on the rotten piles of *******
If I look back A broken frame of glasses on a gray letter in a table Mystic shadows falling on the light of autumn afternoon Cradling with the words of unspoken love
If I look back What gives love, I know also takes too many Again cover in the dark Letters of time come to fold
Every single word is a black stone Comes out from the **** of the earth Each word is exploded in a loud word, in synonyms Certainly fire flashed in buildings, fake minds Civilization of all uncivilized
And yet if I look back A black spot comes back into the line of light The old raven sitting on it And on his lips that gray letter of love
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
............ Love letter on the lips of Raven......... ............
It’s not that big a surprise How much I adore Amsterdam Like immigrants long ago So welcomed here just as I am In the historic Lloyd Hotel To witness a wedding so swell I’m glad I’m here in Amsterdam
Canals and bikes aplenty Whizzing past on every street The Keukenhof gardens amazed VanGogh’s Museum made me weep I’m glad I’m here in Amsterdam
We walked for miles & took the train Our flight home I made not a peep It must have been that Space Cake We ate it and went right to sleep A fond farewell to Amsterdam
Just returned on a 10-hour flight from Amsterdam to Miami, after witnessing a magical wedding of my niece Karen & Fabian, her now Dutch husband, who shared their vows on a boat ride to the Skinny Bridge where they kissed to seal their love. The' Space Cake' made the plane ride back less painful!