Pacific Dream Of A Solitary Dune Poem by Vladimir Marku

The sky is burning west and wide
An excited dream, dim and bright
The sun laid its glimmering tie to the shore
Where I enjoy my heart's lore

Blooming flowers of my spirit land
Blistered lips and trembling hand
A heart sore from amber hopes
Screaming under anguish ropes
Lips tremulous for a mate

No hope to lose when there's no hope
And no thirst to quench when there's no thirst
No fail is there without victory
Happy with loneliness and no pain aware
Seedless land of love bare
O desolate a glance o voidful of smile
A desert limitless of mile

Pain and anguish but no hate
With this heart that was born old
My sorrow-crowned head
No songs of pain
Eyes dead

Yet a while you lean and pause
Lily of the valley
Smiling rose
A whole world with sparks of gold
So imprinted in my memory
Slender and smile with a background bright
Gasping air of your loveliness
Dark hair crowning black amber eyes
Like two pearls set in silver jewelery
Oh, my only truth, my only life and dream
Elixir of paradise

A glance that heals the wounds of sadness
Bowed am I before my throbbing love
Bowed and awed before your mystery
The temple where lute quavers a melody
Soothing on the fragrances of daffodil
Fluttering of snowish dove

Ah, the cliffs of remorse scratching my heart
With weeps of blood my conscience crimson
And my all body crumbles
Beneath the fate millstones

I will sing and cry with the Muses
With broken cords and worn voice
Weeping, sobbing night and noon
Like an anguished dog to the moon
Lure the lords of nature and moan
From the scary dusk to the fearful dawn

Back to the boredom of my own delight
With the poisonous wine of lingering time
With the glory of a solitary tree
In the desert vastly hollow
With a heart far from free
And flap wide wings in fiery fight
With nightmares day and night

O wasted matter - newly born soul!