Siesta
Siesta of the day I take into my arms Blue clouds and white wind Swaying on the hammock in the breeze Shaded by the boughs of hashish trees My pipe is puffed in… Continue reading
Siesta of the day I take into my arms Blue clouds and white wind Swaying on the hammock in the breeze Shaded by the boughs of hashish trees My pipe is puffed in… Continue reading
One more kiss before I go Out of the body into dreams’ glow Place it on my sleepy heart In the pulse that I depart To float the languid, soothing place Lit by… Continue reading
Love a million crowded thoughts But useless each to day recall One instant spent from memory Of even one of leaves that fell In wind the love of love the spell Weaved have… Continue reading
My useless love roams over you From another life again In nights sleepless, moonscarred, Scrawled by the blood of pens then I have seen the dawns come crowded In mountain mists and city… Continue reading
If my name you might recall Take this into dreams with you Lightweight made, small but true Nothing to intrude on you From the distances of days Lifetimes shed and ones to make… Continue reading
In Buddha’s Pure Land All the lovers will return Virgins again unscarred by Flames the tears and kisses The children lost too Will return on sweet breath Only morning can grow From bones… Continue reading
To the empty bed go now, love, To the shadow left Where the crushed scent fled The broken stalks were strewn The torn deaf petals flew Hearing not the singing from the moon,… Continue reading