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Through the galleries of dreaming, where evening beads its somber pearls,
An echo of twilight suffocates discreetly across the plain towards eternal passing;
It floats, it floats over the velvet blackness seeking escape.
Ethereal sages, adorned with the silver of silence,
For their words did not shake the profound realm with comet darts, they
Reluctantly cast their shadow towards the pale star losing its gleam.
Brave ones of the setting time, in an epilogue heavy with longing for the lost morning,
Their shaken merits could frolic in the green pen of hope,
Cry out, cry out in the twilight of fascination that slumbers gently to a close.
Visions that have gathered and sung the turning of the day's sphere,
Have understood, as the hourglass flips, that their diligence slips into a sweet shadow,
Do not yield softly under the caress of the evening that drips.
Solemn entities, at the Rubicon of departure, signaling a mystery unveiled,
Ephemeral gazes could dance like shooting stars and wear the smile of life,
A charm, a charm against the dimming of light that timidly withdraws.
And you, patriarch of memory, lost upon the summit within the saddened sarcophagus of evergreens,
I implore you, now bind me with your crystalline tear the story.
Do not follow your course to the great silence that has unfurled its sails.
Dance, dance in the contradiction of the dark that swallows its own luminescence within.
In a city where dreams intertwine with the shadows of dull days,
society turns away from those who dare to dream,
as if they were committing a crime against the silent laws of time,
because their dream is a flame that disturbs the gray tranquility of the city.
We are all travelers on a sea of memories that slowly fade,
but some carry stars in their eyes and desires that cannot be extinguished,
and these cannot be forgiven, for their dreams are silent rebellions,
an explosion of color defying monotony and gray sadness.
Perhaps society embraces those who steal moments,
those who trap light in cages of concrete and sell it in pieces,
but it will not understand the one who carries their soul like a living canvas,
where each dream is a splash of color, a cry against routine.
Ah, traveler of dreams, wear your burden like a mantle of light,
for the world does not know how to forgive those who look at the sky with longing,
and find in it an infinity of possibilities that cannot be contained,
while the earth murmurs its secrets beneath the hurried footsteps.
There is a place where no one can go, yet you have met me there.
You have lifted me and loved me when no one else would dare.
I was lost deep with in the baggage of my burdened life,
Falling, failing trudging along in this deafening strife.
Still you touched me in my need, my heart and saddened soul did weep.
You nurtured, loved, and stayed with me, my brokenness you did keep.
When the day is torn and a mess my life seems,
In your arms gently I fall, with all my dreams.
You caress my aches and warm the cold in me,
You tell me all will be well and trust in thee.
Though you are so far away yet in my soul I find you,
I see a work glowing and growing, happiness a new.
I long to be in your presence each day where I must be.
And you wait for me with longing hoping that I see.
You want me to see that more than this you love me,
To give your life willingly so I can be free.
Free to love and free to give just the same to you,
Make my life a greater gift that’s what I will do.
You have touched me forever and changed my very heart,
I know that you’ll always be mine we shall never part.
It seems that your presence at times is so far away,
That is when my heart it does cry, for that future day.
A day that will bring us together forever and always…
I’ll dance to your tune
Letting your rhythm flow through me
I’ll let your hand guide me
Your heart setting the beat
I will dance to your tune
Sometimes a slow dance
To fit your flirtatious mood
Sometimes a quickened pace
When your heart is racing
To capture the days
You were the King of the dance floor
And were adored
Recapturing the splendor
You show me off
As I twirl
Your girl
On this dance floor
Sometimes I'm held tightly
Sometimes at arm’s length
I’ll dance your dance
To the tune of your needs
Knowing you set the scene
According to your schemes
To fit your desires and dreams
I’ll dance to your tune
I will let you take the lead
Though my heart is encaged
And longing to break free
To dance to it’s own tune
To its own passionate beat
A wild musical score
That sets fire to feet
On a dance floor of desire and heat
A rhythm thunderous with longing
Booming in loudness that defies
Every other thought except...
this dance...this moment...this chance
A dance demanding fusion of bodies
Faces a mere breath away
Hearts taking turns at will
In one liquid movement of burning heat
A rapturous oneness
Rythmic frenzy
That makes everything else
In this dance hall fall away
They all stop and stare
As our dancing souls we bare
I accepted YOUR invitation to dance
YOU lead me to this dance floor
YOU held onto my hand
I will not stop dancing till you do
I will confine myself
My arms and legs obeying
My heart slowing its pace
To fit the steady beat of your own
Against my chest
My whole body in surrender
To your rhythm and pace
But oh…oh how I wish
My rhythm could light up your face
How I wish.....
I could teach you to dance...
To my tune!!!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Clothe me in silence if I am the dream you lose,
Catch me in the endless flight like the silk bird that fades into infinity.
Offer me to the whole world, on the innocent child's forehead,
But keep my soul in memory, when my body will no longer be here.
Love me with the fire that burns in your heart and hold me tight in your arms,
Throw me with longing into hearts born from flames that never extinguish.
And gently soothe my pain, the pain that weighs on me, the pain that accompanies me,
From the heart that silently sighs when you are not home, and you are far away.
Wake me at dawn, in the sun's rays that warm the earth,
With your sweet whispers, like a gentle breeze that caresses the body.
And do not let the past that has marked us fall upon us,
Nothing from what was, from what saddened us, and made us cry.
Extract from each moment, the essence of love that unites us,
Give me the thrill of longing from our first meeting, that still makes me tremble.
Sacrifice and cut from my heart the beat that keeps me alive,
With your divine voice now send the storm that makes me feel.
To wash and quench my soul with the nectar that gives me life,
Of your pure love, removing the bitterness that makes me suffer.
Clothe me if I am, desire or sin that gnaws at me,
And let me come if I am unforgettable, and I fill your heart.
Wind breathes her song, a symphony
Calling me home, restoring my heart
With longing, broken stories of hope,
Senses, joy, longing – amber and gold,
Magnetic, inviting, victories…
She sings, like the peace in her wings
Dressed in still shadows, her voice
Trembling with grace, gentle praise
Wonder abiding in the soul who knows
Her brilliance resonates with love.
Wind, still and flowing with comprehension,
Intense as the stars who glisten so intimately,
Lasting intuition, blessing hearts and souls,
Feelings penetrated by the music in her light,
Burning softly on the notes of such a sonata.
Concerto of still life, glowing with harmony
That lives in the burgundy whispers of joy,
Falling from the indigo skies, the wind soft,
Blowing in whispers of richest exaltation,
Praising the One who sings each note…
With grace that saves the soul from the worst sins,
Forgives, restores, protects the soul from a past,
Where there is nothing but pain and rejection,
A past where there is only the darkest misery,
Where life was once a fear rising up in me.
Wind sings her intriguing grace through me
And I remember the way His love rescued me
And I know that I’ve found the answer, the peace
That comes from knowing the One who saves
Completely, with love that will never leave me.
In the wind, where the song hesitates to remember me
I hear His love, softly playing in melodies of light,
Reminding my heart, my soul, my spirit – eternity
With the One who called me home with His light
Is only a moment away, just one moment away…
And I’ll hear the music playing through the hearts of those
Whose words meet with the angel’s harps, the angel’s notes
Playing tunes of hope, peace, love that will never deceive,
Love that is the reason I can sincerely believe…
Forever, He is with me … forever, He is my JESUS!
Wind sings the tune, as I wait for the time when I’ll be with Him forevermore!
Do You Even Know?
Do you even know that you are my poetry hidden in the unseen pages of my soul,
you are my great madness pierced to infinity inside my inner cosmos,
that I live through possession like an eternal sacred and magic ritual,
do you even know how long I wait with such burning impatience in green flames to hold you?
To hold you shyly to my chest and offer you my love like a cosmic flower,
do you even know how much I dream of stroking your hair like threads of lunar light,
to paint you with my eyes on the invisible canvas of my mind and plead with the sky,
do you even know how much I still hope to find you and lose myself with you in each other's arms in the ether?
To caress you, to caress you in the ritual of infinite and ever-pure tenderness,
do you even know how much I want to overflow like waters crashing down on rocks in freefall,
and maybe who knows if it's right to drown in your eyes as deep as the oceans,
do you even know how hard it is for me to write these lines from the book of my sad soul?
It is the page from the book of my soul when I fall into thought and lose my way,
do you even know how lost I feel when I cannot reach you through the cosmic paths,
and you know I barely exist when you don't want to be with me in this universe,
you are my hidden poetry, my great madness pierced into my eternal inner infinity.
I wait with longing to hold you, to offer you my love like the sacred flower,
I dream of stroking your hair, of painting you with my eyes, of pleading with the sky for us,
I hope to find you, to lose myself in the ether, to cherish you in a ritual of tenderness,
I want to overflow like waters on the rocks, to drown in your deep and magic eyes.
She loved her child through rivers and mountains,
copied sutras with trembling hands,
offered them at dawn, noon, dusk, and night—
each tear a stream flowing in silence.
She loved her child across endless miles,
chanting through tears like mountain rain.
The wind carried her voice to distant woods,
cold rain soaking into her soul.
Then Mother became mist, fading in midday sun.
Then Mother became fragrance, drifting through dreams.
Then Mother became cloud, white hair at heaven’s edge.
Then Mother became sunlight, a shadow behind the hill.
At midnight, I turn in a distant town,
reading the last line of her sutra.
Her words overflow with longing—
transcribing the Buddha’s teaching across the river.
O love! A forest of white hair
flies back to cover birth and death.
A bird cries from the farthest sky—
I lift my head, and hear the sound of the Unborn.
--- By Nguyen Giac Phan Tan Hai
In Twilight's Hollow
In twilight's hollow, shadows pirouette,
Amidst whispers of a dying day's last breath.
My soul, a canvas, worn by love's dark hue,
Echoes with longing, like a distant, mournful dew.
Oh, fairest night, thy veil of darkness falls,
A shimmering mist that beckons to memory's walls,
Where embers of our love still glow, a fleeting dream,
Haunting my waking hours, a persistent, aching theme.
In this desolate land, where darkness reigns supreme,
I search for thee, my guiding star, my heart's sweet, searing pain,
A vision of lost joy, beckoning me to roam,
Through the vast, uncharted expanse of time and space.
Yet, in silence, I hear thy whispered name,
A promise echoing through passion's fading flame,
A bond that once united our hearts, now reduced to ash,
A dying ember, flickering in the dark's cold clash.
Oh, cruel fate, that took thee from mine eyes,
Leaving me here, to pine in misery's dark, hollow surprise,
The stage, once filled with love's sweet, tender, vibrant might,
Now empty, hollow, devoid of thy radiant light.
A tall, chain wire fence
surrounds the perimeter
of the power station, casting
its evening shadow over a wide
bank of grass leading down
to the river. Sometimes I sit there
just to listen to the sound
of the wind make music through
the wires.
It is a soft, melancholy music
that carries a certain sorrow.
Uncoupled from a name,
it seems a composite
of the sadness accrued
in the wordless wells of the soul
that finds voice here.
It has a strange attraction,
an addictive beauty
which keeps me coming back
though each note strums
a nerve giving a little hurt.
At times I can almost hear
human voices weaved
into the music, a tone
echoing out of places
made restless with longing.
It is the music that lovers make
and gently plays at the center
of all good art, sad prisoners
of time, composed by the heart
to mourn when what is loved
and what is beautiful in this life
passes from us,
and let go.