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A Ghazal For The Singer
~ and all the worlds are yours ~
‘A Ghazal, Gaciela in Spanish, may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain…’
This one’s for the singer.
Wind
amongst parapets
songs of
hungry words
worlds too distant,
too close to the heart —
wise eye of the singing bird
of ancient trees,
he wept
for love
lost in narrow streets,
mocked
paradoxes of flesh and stone.
Deep notes
like mystic waters
loosened dry
threads around
thirsty hands
I heard places
where no one can hide
saw immortality
dead,
and
gutted windmills
on broken hinges
sobbing
on the sandbars of time.