A Ceremony Of Eternal Dancing

From the pattern of your shirts to the deep pattern of my inner self- I leave the colours.. for a new colour. Flies flying to sweetness fishes to moss- their paths lead them to pentagons of mind and psyche and I return to the ruined walls of imagination that smell the structure of a new colour. Behind those quite villas, before their doors, is an exhibition of begging and a pound-land sandwich world, the rooms are very dark their windows made of iron- until happiness silently stays there I don't want as a stranger to go to that prosperous world How are these fresh colours yellowing? the leaves won't be trees' guests next spring. the direction of clouds shows sings of elevation- even with a muddy eye they may glance at the clearness of sky! According to this ceremony butterflies eat each other- they don't satiate themselves their spirits separate again falling on the descending flowers The laser of wonderful spirits pulls me into their orbit.. An anxiety of hopeless faces, the handcuff of restless words, expatriation of far exiles- every thing in the school without desks teaches us an old lessons The perfume of tea-rose rises from day to the pocket of night the shining of lights goes on from spring to the chimneys of winter. Have I gone mad? I wish to collect the innocent smile that rises from faces each one makes ready for a new yesterday but they laugh at me when I write in an old tomorrow for a new yesterday No chink of money or shimmer of mirages spits at my eyes' heaven. all of us walk the one path but it leads to different worlds! Taking rest or no, getting tired- a moment of silence collects the noise of many sounds then throws them out.. but me falling, lonely in the spaces of the mind- life-whispers wake, reaffirm me. 1998