you, grieving heart, kissed again the frozen lips of solitude
raw realities descending the heavy clouds of lucidity
in moonlight night, I sink into your sacred embrace,
like a black pearl in the vast stoned infinity.
eternal sleep watched by broken wings of a muse..
aren't your black wings causing a somber circus of suffering
to the love dedicated years, which are yet not promised?
your eyes mirrored the dreams forgotten in the abyss,
the enigmatic paths entwining at the sea shores.
forlorn visions lost on the steps of pagan altars..
Having thought of re reading the muse to cast light on the depths of each line, I am amused to see the philosophical expressions given at the end of each stanza. eternal sleep watched by broken wings of a muse.. forlorn visions lost on the steps of pagan altars. Eternal Sleep and Forlorn visions that you refer in here make me imagine the picture that you wanted your readers to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like much of the imagery expressed in this writing. I too like to write about wings...and I've not read another poet write about black broken wings of a muse, so I enjoyed that twist. You certainly conveyed your message and your mood well. I'm glad I've found your poetry. Something enjoyable and new for me to read! :)