Dancing Matachin

Your love is a balm for my sorrow and pain, And the moon is hiding it like a cocoon. These feelings touch the blue of our deep, cold rain As close as the sea feels the white of the moon. The moon watches the sea dancing matachin. The rain bestirs to touch the entirety Just to sate the thirst for wholeness, while being within A dust of kisses in its sobriety. The nervous rain of summer screams over the trees, And tries to catch all the air heat in silence. It waits for the rainbow and waits for the breeze. The trees breathe and pay God obeisance. We dance our matachin while being unchained. In oblivion, we unleash the summer. Sheepish lovers, from the dreams we're awakened. Our incomprehensible love has strange concatemers. We recreate that splashing world of seconds, And, in the sea, we swim with the moon of white. Time dissipates illusions venting them in reprimands, Yet, touching the infinite, and keeping the feeling tight. We're rhetoric lovers crowned with unacceptability And living for that indecipherable moment in the sense. Impassible, even when relativity force loses its intensity, We try to revive our bleeding love and its spiritual incense. Copyright © ® Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved.