Birth of a Poem

The rushing motive of the springtime's flow,
Adagio of birches and leaf-fall…
The ever-drowsing tide breathes out, and so
Replaces the cascade's scherzo with its call.

And, like a glyph inscribed on parchment old,
The sleepless mass of cliffs gleams in the night,
The flourish of the stars, the cursive, slow and cold,
Of the grey river, past the silent garden's site…

The Line and Sound. Pure matter in deep space.
Inconstancy in an eternal, fixed embrace –
So read and listen, think, and write your page!

A single ray shines in the Ocean, vast and free,
A drop of Life within the fiery mystery,
The music of the soul lets fall its rhyme in its sage.

22.09.2006