My kingdoms of legend...
Silk road spicy fragrances.
Sliding horizon ,
I touch the inpermanent space...
I am monk in a cloudy monastery.
Palaces sleeping under sand and lava
great pyramid that defies the eternity
Angkor Buddha's smile watching over
princes and courtesans shadows ...
Do I love this atlantean beauty ?
Or was I your majesty's minion ?
Beautiful queen of saba
opening her arms to me ,
a wise ruby-eyed lion
watching over the forbidden harem...
''0 grand vizir of Stambul
listen the muezzin's voice ,
this golden horn is but a lure
on the way to paradise ! ''
My illusions at the stake
on the river Ganga banks ,
freed from its suffering ...
soothed ,I contemplate
the unfathomable remnants
that make my dizzy ...
My kingdoms of legend
are written in rose thorns ...
Fish passions ,spinning
in an ocean jar ...
Non-time traveler
condemned to the scent of silence...
At the midnight of worlds
just passing through the grandeur
of your vanished realms...
Day light no longer wants you .
Its snowing on the mount Kilimanjaro,
under this white shroud I'm going to sleep
and join my kingdoms of legend ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 14th, 2024 09:30
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Comments3
Written in rose thorns, What a wonderful line. A mystical place in an exotic setting surreal. Lovely Lorenz
Thank you Sorren.I carry within an inner orient !
“My illusions at the stake on the river Ganga banks, freed from its suffering ...” - The lines I like best. Fascinating images.
I walked along the ghats meditating on the last journey.
Excellent write
Thank you Tony !
You're welcome
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