The Rainbow Of Sounds Poem by Marieta Maglas

This twilight sky is
Like an indigo-orange symphony,
In which the light is absorbed
To be decomposed in corpuscles.
It may be ours until we die.
I may be your tree-woman, a Ginkgo,
That Ginkgo has a stony trunk
And pure violet spiritual eyes
To look at you,
While the leaves are trembling
Their green sound.
Slowly, you may become my tree-lover-man,
While a star in the universe is dying for our love.
I may feel that force aspiring the quanta of light
Near you.
Come and be my black infinity,
While this earth is cracking its crust
From time to time
And especially now
As at any end of the time.
The wind is your embrace,
Next to this field of Nepal poppies
trembling their hypnotic
Red melodious shadow
And near this ripe wheat field
Loudly shaking the tired yellow.
The wind is crazy singing and dancing around.
I seemingly hear some astral blue songs.
It's like a jazz blues chord progression.
Our leaves cling to its long hair.
I feel the rainbow of sounds,
I feel this love.

Poem by Marieta Maglas

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The Rainbow of Sounds

The twilight sky is an indigo-orange
symphony.
The light gets absorbed;
decomposes into corpuscles.
A star dies. It becomes love.
The darkness approaches,
aiming for a quantum of light
in black infinity, sometimes icy to
breakthrough
the hot crust. The wind embraces
the Nepalese poppies tremble~
hypnotic beauties and
red stains on
a ripe wheat field,
loudly shaking the tired yellow.
Some astral blue songs can be heard~
jazz blues chord progression;
lyrics about people still dressed in leaves,
holy love, and a rainbow of sounds
above.

Poem by Marieta Maglas