“Poetry is a pheasant disappearing behind a bush”
~ Wallace Stevens (October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955. American Modernist poet)

#521 — Last Night I Dreamt;

I dreamt, I was embraced,
by a captivating night,
that a moon was shining
Into my heart, and the stars
were winking to me.

Gradually into my dream,
wafted in a fragrace,
Inducing my senses with
heights, higher than the skies,
But then, I started to fall.

I fell into an ocean, sinking,
Into an abyss, drowning,
Into the magical world of,
Intoxicated bliss, in which,
Death found me.

But I know, how wrong I was;
Fate was playing with my heart,
And I was only dreaming .

#free_verse

#520 — Moments;

Moment after moment,
come together,
Then,
moment after moment
fall apart altogether,
And those moments bygone,
become my dreams.

#free_verse

#519 — In Her Single Glance;

In the valley of dolor,
She glanced at me,
And in her single glance,
My soul became a captive;
Take care the use of those daggers,
My fate is written on their blades.

#free_verse

#518 — Write My Salaam;

O breeze,
Turn east, then south ,
and then west before North,
And blow On the path,
The gazelle trots.
O breeze,
Smell every droplet,
Of dew you see,
And write my salaam,
On the path, the gazelle trots.

#free_verse

#517 — Witness;

Tonight I will kiss,
The darkness wherein you sleep —
Let the stars witness.

#haiku

#516 — Lover;

And, I am from the posessed,
Obsessed by the beauty of creation.
In the depthless realm of beauty,
Is where my soul gently breaks free.
Don’t ask me about faith,
I am neither scholar nor saint.
And, no knowledge I have of life,
I am neither healer nor sage.
I am only a lover of the Beloved.

#515 — Space In-between;

This depthless farness
Between two burning souls is
The space between dreams.

#haiku

#514 — Absence;

Trembles,
My heart for you;
Without you incomplete,
Is this garden, where I will wait.
For you.

#cinquain

#513 — Dream;

Silent as the night,
Come fill my senses with oud,
And my dream with you.

#haiku