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About This Poem
Euphrates Lost
As an ancient Heavenly stream of life
Emerged to be under the sun,
Embracing our Earthly Eden
Where no Forbidden Fruit;
What made you gazing like a stranger
Of no past registered in history!?
Oh Euphrates! Could not ye remember:
That day when I was too young,
Beneath your tree of Passion,
With melodies of nightingale's lute,
You taught me an endless song:
Songs of Love
Songs of Liberty!
That midsummer's night and day,
When I was with Emily and Langston,
In the face of the sun, upon your mossy stone;
We were able to jump and giggle:
Swimming in Love
Swimming in Liberty!
This black-devilish day of no time, no sun,
Or even a bit of a dead moon,
Where the sky is full of gloomy tears
Drizzled from heaven,
Streaming upon the land of no Garden,
Streaming in vain from Winter to Fall,
Upon the graves of no one died,
Upon the graves of no register,
Behind a bush of forbidden fruit,
I am alone crying in whisper!
Crying the loss of all
Kinds of Love
Kinds of Liberty!
Could you, Euphrates, remember!!?
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