'no Quatrains, But Refrains' - Part 3
(a poetry collection)
for The Beloved and in honor of Mevlana Jallaladin Rumi
… illusions don´t matter when you see the best of yourself reflected by the beloved in the
garden pool of your affection…
* * *
… your ocean reverberates in mine, the terror of darkness in its thunder, sunrise-surges in
its motion, and resonating to all, part of me bows like the willow, while another rises toward
the moon as powerful, but taller and straighter than poplars of the mountains…
~~~~~~~
We all are girls and boys in the sandbox… and the ocean beyond is our dream…
~~~~~~~
… like fox kittens tumbling about on the sunlit steps of home in forest glade and field, so
lovers test one another in hope of that childhood enduring like the sun…
Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-Vonglashaus | Year Posted 2010
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