Rough papeR

Sahara's heat attends it's summertime possessions
And Cyprus is again a land of dried prickly grass
Of desert's homeland sandy hue collection.
This hue, this wind, this night and stars and sun do glass
My dried, avid soul in my pain's possession -
Without her I'm in the demesne of the yearning
Which since last summer keeps my soul in burning -
That summer I poured out my unrequited, weak confession,
That couldn't serve my wish, as even then my heart could see.
Since then the summer's heat is deep in me,
The painful season still isn't turning.

And many days were lived in flaming heat -
This flame has melted me and changed my form,
And many tests I had to meet,
And pass not one age-adding storm,
And new me was improving even more.
Together with right virtue, though,
My love did also feed wrong woe...
While any thought about her
Was like a life-enhancing rain -
It gave me steam and might to grow,
Yet too quench-wishing pain.


When winter conquered our land,
And spilled the coolness on the mead
My heat inside me flamed to lead
Me to the pen. It said : "My friend!
For You're not clear when You explain,
Why don't You just confess again,
And make Your feeling fully penned?
This will reduce Your flame and pain!"

And on December's seventh day
I stepped on a new hopeful way -
I have resolved not to obey
The circumstances' mighty say,
And I began to write that piece
Now to explain things not amiss.

Two hundred fervent lines l bore,
And fresh from heart have sent to her...
Then I was waiting with my lines,
And checked our chat so many times...
Until I felt a stranger feel -
A miracle? I didn't hear
But understood as if the voice was piping -
I checked the chat - and she was truly TYPING...
How sweet it was to hear her charming words,
Like silky-soft, yet casting in heart chords!
I got so peace, the tiring heat has melt
In long-awaited her, the rain clouds have felt,
And like a baby in the arms of mother with her milk
The sweetest in the world, I felt the same with her!
I felt her as my own dear part, the joint I'm living for,
But what I know? My way is else and I can't bilk
The way my Lord have chosen : he knows more - 
Her words so sugary said : "nay:
You know me not, You must obey".

From then my love was growing higher,
Wider, bigger, wiser: and no more like a fire,
But something deeper, lasting, rather like hot coal:
I no more looked for bodies, I needed just HER SOUL.
Yet grief did not retire...
And to now, when I feel her close to me
A mystery is happening: my eyes do no more see
Anything except right virtue,
Honest truth:
-"Why ya let them hurt you?"
- "For only love is sooth".
She is shining in my eyes,
Even though so cold, in ice,
I want her closer . Stars. Sunrise
All this is something of her kind.
Nature. Sounds. A snake. Her mind
That's all familiar, or am I crazy?..





Sahara's heat attends it's summertime possession
And Cyprus is again a land of dried prickly grass
Of desert's homeland sandy hue collection :
The mighty desert submits all on it's pass.






And any thought about You is like a life-enhancing rain -
It gives the might to grow, yet too quench-wishing pain.

Last summer I poured out my weak confession,
So weak in words as powerful in heart,
And since your "no" I'm in my flame's possession,
And now I see my island in the same state.