' To The Sleepless Bells

TO THE SLEEPLESS BELLS (TO THE POET CHUMMED UP WITH A VERSEZ...) The melody – the element of poetry… A song to the poet Chummed up with a verse… That all the dreams Flower at night Poets knows better Than anyone else… They know that the dull notes Of all the broken hearts Can’t humble the treasured rhyme, The rhyme they can’t lower… They know that inspiration And the nine heavenly gates Brighten up the rhythm, And make it flower… The same with the major, With the sacred remoteness, The everlasting life, Or the first word, The honored word Uttered in time… The song to the poet Chummed up with a verse, Who was taken ill, And by the verse was healed… The sleepless bells Rang in the chapel… And I prayed to the Queen of Angels… 2.03.08 Tsira gogeshvili