Bezmelnitsin's Gallery :: Denis Bezmelnitsin : "Moon over the Island Réunion"

Denis Bezmelnitsin

Moon over the Island Réunion
Midnight compass'd the pensive mount,
Had bent, embraced, and made three rounds,
Said, "O argent crown, adown descend
On summit this, stern Piton des Neiges."
Irradiated moon the mute nocturnal waves,
Turned in drop - the glittering tear of rain,
Shed on edge of lofty mount,
Crystallized: I am mystery and chaunt
Which enchant the hearts, I am the chest
Of gemms, of secrets hid, I am
The mirror of unseen, a beam arcane;
This elevated roseate mount from now a place
Of my trance and dreams and meditation...
O Celtic Runes, before me stand, a compilation
Of magic formula began: the scent
Of savoury Eden flowers, the powder angelic, blend
In dulcet chant, fly then and dye
The symphony of evening sky...
The very sunset make romance
Of love; and thus I ask ye winds, do fan!
The winds of joy, abundance, sentiment...
And hither bring, I conjure, streams
Of ocean shoreless, deep, serene,
Thy marvels in the darkness held, the shells
Exquisite; speed the clouds laden with a munifence
Of fragrant roses, shower then
This Island of Réunion; O lunar Harfs, rise yet
Before me, form in word, O dyad ye:
Ha, Ba, originate the Love, complete
The amalgam, this midnight poesy...

December 2017

حاء Ha باء Ba حب Hub - Love (Arabic)