Dream and Eros

DREAM AND EROS

Entering the forest the journey-man falls in a dream, from which he does not wake. He dreams by the Lake of Eros where the Muses and the nymphs take their baths.

O travelling companion of the mind!

In the kindling heart's alluring shine,

Where the sunbeams burnish pines,

Like fairy tale's splendid Nymphs,

Trees wave love's beauteous signs!

In the chaste morning's dew where the time stands eternal,

In a body incarnadine and carnal,

I am a mirror of myself,

Illusion's illumination itself,

A jubilant plunge of the drops of water on the grass in search of itself.

O beauteous soul illumined!

Musing deeply in the depth of the breast,

Where the mind cradles poetry , song and sonnet,

While the pinnaces of the light sailing in the horizon in the eyelids fade,

In the wings of moisterous tears the feelings the senses' bondage try to evade,

Like a floating swan with lifted pinions swimming on the ripples of joy of the waves, You float as a dazzling mind floating on a radiant lake.

 

The magnetic drag of Eros

As the sounds of the laughs , the glances of the beauty, the scents , the colours the senses touch,

The golden light, amidst the amber stems and the green leaves , as birds of paradise lurch,

The mingling flowers move as the dream's eyelash-brush,

Fresh wind steers the flesh in the sails of light floating in blood's purple flush,

Like a traveller in search of a passage through the heart's turmoil ,

In the depth of the mind in the azure light's storming gush,

I hear the feelings' weep and rush.

O poet!

Like the swans of the eternal love swimming in the lake of light lifting the whitest plumes where the words in mind's serenity hush,

As the snow white swans of the heart, carrying their charms , float in abundance in the calm ,

The Muses sing the songs in the sweetest tongues,

And in wind-steered clang,

Like angels my heart's strings strum,

The light , wind and air in this forest the feelings' eternal harp cords plunk.

In beauty's flamboyant flare,

Where the sun beams slip through the eyes a deep sleep in the dream-like stare,

Joys anchor in the murmuring , rustling , rippling sounds ,

While seeking an immortal rest in time that anchors in tears,

The soul of Eros walks near.

Lake of Eros

LAKE