No. 5 Vanilla Muse.
Plangent and endless night
Around my lonely street
Just like my pain of love.
When sorrow appears, sleeplessness is the choice.
Oh you sweet muse I can see you,
You come from dark and nocturne mantle
And you see me sad and frustrated
Because I don’t own a few of your love.
Magic goddess, vanilla perfumed
Your long hairs distill spring smells
Your face is so lusty such a little princess,
And your lips are fresh like apple.
This face hides a hypnotic looking,
My heart is bewitched by your black eyes.
I’m your slave, your mad slave
Who play with my lugubrious soul.
From disastrous shadows you coming
As a light bundle able to blind anybody
A bunch of doves fly at your right hand,
They appear and disappear as swarms.
I have no idea about your name and where are you from.
No matter because you are perfect for me,
You even don’t know about me
However, you must know about my love.
I wish surrender to my passion,
Hand over in my arms.
Alas, I’m dammed to
Live in a crystal bubble.
My mind and this bubble are the torture
That entire world vilely condemned me.
Really, my mind tortures me bloodily,
So I cannot escape from my translucent prison.
My mind and humanity are my deathly enemies,
My sincere confidents are the soul and the heart,
If someday, I get out of the crystal jail,
I will hug so strong and you will be mine at last.
Night slowly is evaporating now,
And you, little vanilla muse, return to your nest.
If loving is the destiny, don’t forget me.
Beyond stars I will love you.
Lonely Street is getting dark,
I stay alone and bleak, aimlessly.
And I must find the exit of this bubble
And meeting with the real love.
8th December2004.
22 March 2011.
This poem is part of Romantic Revolution as 5th poem, from a work from December, 2004. Dedicated to Love. Inspired on Piano Concerto No. 1 in F sharp minor Op. 1 by Sergei Rachmaninov. Second movement: Andante cantabile.
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