Hidden in the White Roses

[Fahredin Shehu]

open my chest if you want to see the rod of heaven's river, while it strains in its bed, 
where the white roses swim… 

 

 

 

 

The hunger for beauty created canyons of longing for a quantum of moment.

Again leaving is telling me thunder as melodeon, quiver of veins and bones, 
while I come to Thy meeting embarrassedly hide life's broken toy, buried in human darkness; Alas you know my pains, tears in blood percolated as black pressed grapes 

While I swirled in the whirlpool of “I”-s, seeking for the spark of the of Your sight

Remained deaf for the multitude of “THEM”, and the multitude of “US”

The moon is full, the moonlight feeds me while I listen lullabys of Gabriel

To sleep the thirsty souls; the starmist flirts to my appearance as it wishes to drop its mercy, at the pain caused by human poison.

These words are arguments of the Threshold of the other side where the describable forms and the audible voices disappear, and the tongue knotted in nine knots.

The eye is stopping the sight to store its image in my consciousness.

Behold oh…”I” of the “US” while we rejoice within the White Roses and while we lick the pearly dews at dawn, and we smell the distant Neroli at dusk

While we celebrate life as cosmic minute that lasts for eternity and a day more.

 

 

 

 

[Bill]

we also have a Story Telling Group . . . .

[Bill]

My Beloved Friend, please Join our Poetry Group here for the posting of Poems.

Inner Child Poetry Group