copper
music
celestial saxophone
ripples like riddles
in the night trembling through
the moonlight and the starry sky: quivering stairs
of flickers and visions are elevating in spirals
galactic new-found path-ways
milky spring-wine
divinely sanctified
baptism
rite
in
the
procession of
cosmic rite divine
pure as a spring-day
of March which blooms crepuscular flowers of Mars
yet ancient as the esoteric rites of initiation
in the art of life
earthly and divine
the transcendence:
mortality
immortality
copper music celestial saxophone mortality immortality.............there I die where true music is dead and there I live where true music is alive
Aloha Mihaela and Cheers! It has been more than a moment... perusing is intended to be that which claims to understand that which is understood, however; pretty much never the same between two humans being... Whatever! IAM pleased that you have a grasp on " the transcendence" ... eight minutes... significance... All of the best from this life, to you, and to all of our relations... Michaelw1two
An excellent poem with fabulous imagery... sparkling poetic expression! Liked the way you have presented the concept......10++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is certainly going to my list! I'm even bying it!