Bezmelnitsin's Gallery :: Denis Bezmelnitsin : "Return to the Pond of Cane"

Denis Bezmelnitsin

Return to the Pond of Cane
Whispered trees with their reflections,
Lake did listen to the conversation -
Interplay of shades, light sway
Of reed in meditation dipt; A wave, -
Again a wave of tinctures, thoughts
On water rippling, then it gone...
Cane murmurs lunar melody,
Entrancing bending willow trees;
They dream, their dreams by clouds
Reflect on water speculár; the sounds,
Lunar tunes of cane vibrate,
And flow... dissipate...

"How passed thy trip to France?"
Lake asked...
- I drank from spring of vision poetic,
Unique, a freedom of imagery...
- 'Twas goal concealed of this peregrination;

Thy heart called thee, desire was an invitation
To place where ye be healed, and be enriched...
Indeed, arcane are ways of Master, One who lead.

- To Lord be glory! Roaming clouds

Are calling me to home, yet though
I want to say: Fare thee well and bye,
Light-hair'd lady of French Isle.

May 2018