A look into her deep blazing eyes
Freeze the senseless talk of my erupting lips.
Yet, the flowing and glowing lava
Inside my heart is not at all silent.
It craves for her soul and nothing
But the fire of her desire can still
The crescendo of the yearning
That is lying in the caldera of my volcano.
I have to burn within and vanish;
Nothing else releases me
From the heights of agony
Into the valley of tranquility.
The power of her glory turn
My golden ashes into a Phoenix
Love is rising up and ascending
In skies of orange and scarlet neverending.
And there we dwell until the sun melts our wings
For we can unite again and again and again...
Freeze the senseless talk of my erupting lips.
Yet, the flowing and glowing lava
Inside my heart is not at all silent.
It craves for her soul and nothing
But the fire of her desire can still
The crescendo of the yearning
That is lying in the caldera of my volcano.
I have to burn within and vanish;
Nothing else releases me
From the heights of agony
Into the valley of tranquility.
The power of her glory turn
My golden ashes into a Phoenix
Love is rising up and ascending
In skies of orange and scarlet neverending.
And there we dwell until the sun melts our wings
For we can unite again and again and again...
Beautiful Words.
ReplyDeleteYes Love will burn all of us.
And you will let us consummer
With passion
Until our wings melted in the sun.
Nothing beats the warmth of love shared.
Thank you for your wonderfuls words, as always, and good night Yilmaz.
Thank you Marie-Christine!
ReplyDeleteThe question is whether the sun will keep lovers in his warm cover or will make them fall back hard on their asses once the wings have melted. :)
In the real life, yes :-))) but not in your poem ..
ReplyDeleteSi l'on s'approche trop près du soleil ou de la passion, on est totalement consumé, vaporisé. N'est ce pas une belle fin pour des amants enlacés ? On ne retombe que si l'Amour s'envole, sans nous, et là, c'est certain, la chute est rude !
Mais ceci est une autre histoire...
If you approach too near the sun or passion, we are completely burned, vaporized. Is not it a happy ending for lovers entwined? No one falls that if Love takes off without us, and there, for sure, the fall is tough!
But that's another story ... Thank you Yilmaz :-)))