World Of Imperfections Poem by Edmond Rand

What if your exhausted desire can rest a bit
Upon the chair of quiet valley of this world
And be bored again because of quietness of dead stones
left its memory in my all invisible living,
If your broken heart can breath like a green flowers
Sleeping upon the moon,
If one free sadness can be as a prisoner of a smile
You borrowed,
If one evil night destroy whole darkness bound one artificial
Star which your blind sorrow look forward,
If one unconsumed dream forget its inexistent and leave you alone
To become a little stone of ignorance,
If one thirsty beat of song upon my hand found its languages
In holding one glass of water in the book of moon,
If one dreamer love get its beloved dream lips without heart
And kiss it, .
If any unfeeling cut branches become as a living flowers planted
In the field of this world,
If any hurt thought found any hospital without medicine in
This world
If any imperfect animals hide also a broken drum only
Commanded to dream in the flesh of my wise poet,
If any of those invisible evil creatures of love sleep
Forever in my grave and become a decoration of your future peace.
My evening, ? ? ? ..
O! world of imperfections.

Edmond rand