Wanderings (Surrealist Poem)

I. Fecund gardens growing mysteriously fast In the youthful spring revived beneath the Rapid cascades liquid diamonds of the mind; With the child's wings swinging in the wind And the creepers' winding, winding roots… Earth un-earths enigmatic roles of seeds: Perfumes with petrichor the pastures passed In time, with floral-nectars teases the little noses, And vernal elixirs embalm with hope and song Those contortions of the mind in thought, Those acrobatic movements of emotions, Those cardio-spasms of love in fractures Amidst the sandstorms of memories… The arid quicksand in metamorphosis, Quickly becomes a fluent flood of dreams… II. Traces of smiles and grimaces upon wrinkled faces, Hesitant gestures of gentleness, in refraining From touching hands, while tacitly imploring For tactile closeness and affection: vulnerable, Perplexed, enamoured: but so afraid of rejection…! The music of life pulsates in the silence of blood in veins: Mellows the monotony, resuscitates the apathy, Even the artificial lights and the constellations of asterisks Are impatient to penetrate the nocturnal pool of aerial ink, In hope for a continuity of light—of light, of love and life… Yet the fragile hearts throb for an amour finite: fire-flickers Ephemeral in time: excessive vortex of emotions sublime… III. Virginal lips slowly sipping Margarita cocktails, With saline-sweet deliciousness dulcifying Love: dreaming…yearning…yearning for sensual Moist kisses when they touch the glass… (The perished pearl of an un-deflowered oyster…) ‘He loves me…he loves me not…he loves me…' So innocent's the daisy of heart dazzled with love! Melodies are still alluring with euphoric rhythms Yet to be danced upon, on romantic nights; The spume of the sea yet to purify, to humidify The imaginings of lovers entwined at sunset-time, The cigarette of desire yet to be entirely smoked: The fire unconsumed, the inspiration yet unwritten, And so many other dreams yet undreamt Waiting—to be felt…