POETIC DELIGHTS BY RIFAT ISMAILI-ALBANIA
1-MORNING FROM THE DREAM
A tear fell in the crown of my thoughts.
Autumn brought him back in a gold leaf...
Without a good sunrise came back to the word,
some birds like the letters hatched from the white paper...
Somewhere beyond the horizon birds became airplanes.
And my longing woke up a white butterfly.
easy was the dream, took a while...
It came to me like an angel without wings.
Some of the flowers smiled when they saw me
They covered me with petals and hid again.
With a feather in hand I became a magician;
I turned the river into a snake, and the ring bridge.
Together rain in the air; after the birds, after the letters, after the songs...
The sun joined us with his first ray.
Ah, never end beautiful dream
Run across the seas as a ship taken.
3-POETIC INSTINCT
All I have left is my soul
and a feather from a bird...
My home,
lifted like a bucket by the wind.
I drift like a leaf,
unafraid, through death’s embrace.
The clouds are my bed,
the only meaning I know.
I drink wine hidden
in the hair of nymphs,
bewitching human minds
with magical words.
Ah, if only I were still a child,
falling into sleep
until the world became something new!...
3-THE RETURN
I have returned to the wonders of the past.
Walking softly through the forests of memory,
memories and rains are born from within me,
and I feel freed from myself.
I often converse with life and death,
as if touching a tender green plant.
My words disappear into the skies,
into the arms of stars, of angels.
It seems I have entered the miracle of thought.
The rain plays with my mind.
And life, like a young maiden, sketches
rainbows of unreachable hopes...
I suffer in solitude for things that are not mine.
Can I at least offer a gaze free of pettiness?
As much as I can, I’ll sing, revel, and love,
for life pays no one a single cent!
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