The Rainbow Of Sounds

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 Version 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