ARABESQUE SCROLLS

Jul 25, 2016

ARABESQUE SCROLLS

Between two cliffs the river did flow
and we watched her
sitting on the bed of coral reefs
the high notes of monsoon rage,
the quiet summer of her morning tide
sliding upon the scales of time
we watched from the bed of coral reefs.
the river navigating a path
eroding the rocks cutting a way
across the ancient climes and the daily chimes
of temple bells, too familiar for our jaded hearts
to see one note as different from the other.

Every evening I sit here by the window,
until the deep murmur sinks in my heart.
Every evening I bring a tome of a life time
not to be judged and cast aside
but to find how the cliffs overthrow  and how the waters receive,
and how the pages of the diary flutter
in the wind pipe music like a ballerina's white skirt.
Love, it's the love of life that the river is, that the river sings,
a song of the arabesque, the song of fury,
a song of a gentle regressive flow,
of the vortex, slopes and steep falls
and waterfalls' terror
 blending with the colours of rainbows and rains.

 

Knihovna Chrášťany originally shared the image

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