Pyramid of Light

Snowflakes fall,

In their depths lies the secret of the sun,

The key to light,

A journey transcending time,

A riddle beyond human grasp.

The dead are bats,

Like flies,

Those who curse love

Climb the walls of my letters,

Spying with malice,

Like mold on flowers.

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With the singular of the singular,

And the couple of the couple,

I shall direct the moon upon the planets,

To let the pyramid of light emerge,

Then magic awakens

With an eye full of secrets.

That is me,

Drawing with triangles the secrets of expanses,

And with squares, the love of the multitudinous.

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With the science of reduction,

I shall stand on the veils,

Numbers are flesh,

And I am its severed head.

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A song,

Pregnant with illusions,

Hymns of sins,

The love of idols,

The fasting of dreams,

A game of romance,

The immolation of days,

The graying of doves,

The thirst of clouds.

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A graveyard of time,

Where the secret of place resides,

You and I,

A perilous secret,

A world behind the day,

An eternal night,

A story that time will not grasp.

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After two thousand years,

I shall awaken anew,

I will wed the sleeping sun,

Gift her the secret of eternal life,

The dead will be on the verge of sleep,

Then I shall write the first poems of immortality.

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Beyond poetry,

Behind the sky,

In the depths of the pulse, a flame murmurs,

Desire explodes the universes.

How I long for the taste of dew,

That wine upon the legs.

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We will stroll in the sky,

Hiding behind that tree,

The shadows are delectable,

The scent of the earth intoxicating.

And this dampness,

A call to the moon,

The lust of volcanoes,

The desire of lava.

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Under the nails of the rain,

A spring of roses,

Paradises of hair,

And the dew.

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He said:

"My soul is in the dew beneath the feet of the rain,

With that wine at the river's edge."

She replied:

"You are mine,

Forbidden to weave with the trees."

He said:

"It is not I,

But the rain."

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To my beloved Dijlah,

The palms are coming,

We shall meet tomorrow on the banks,

We will light the candles,

Whisper to the moon,

Caress the fruits,

So that the rivers may overflow.

...

Like a moon besieged by day,

I have become a stranger.

~Firas Alwaily