The Magic Carpet Poem by Rita Pal

Fly her away where skies caress the suns
And the dawns mist laughs for romantic nights.
Oh Persian peacock prince of moments
Where are thou-est gold dusted carpets?
Of midnight suns and silhouettes of silver moons.
To spin the sultry fires of princesses eyes
Of fountains that mirror the rustic passions,
In miracles of fated drafted sweetness
When scarlet horizons softly sing to her
For her arctic freeze drives fogged logic
Through the dreams of clouds and dreamer’s screens
In painted horizons and flashed ignited skies
To be the parchment in the tale of the Arabian nights

Land your carpet by deep blue seas,
Join your hands to souls and feather the roses
In Mantras fires and Korans chants,
To cherish his princess of distant lands
For comets times in hourglass showers.
In one worlds terraced jasmine garlands
For the tales to be told in nights of the thousand eyes,
When wise wizards shall secretly harness the legend
Of the mysterious magical flying carpet.