Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Primeval


(Vincent Van Gogh, "Starry Night")


Primeval


In α sky where there's no haven my youth rolled...
On α cloudy earth my life as well...

On the light zone of love
your star shines as a crown.
Do you remember when 
you lit up my gloomy being 
for the first time?
Do you know which this memory is
that treads my fields 
under its feet?
You know me;
Aren't I the one
who, like a weeping willow,
bend my branches over the earth?

The brass sparkles 
under the brightness of gold.
The gems from your eyes
stuck onto a throne.
On it the dream sat.

Like a dewdrop, 
illusion falls on my shut eyelashes.
My tear spreads blurry
on my iris.
A river the pain 
Valleys my cheeks.

My heartache...



Z.K.



(written in 1986)