Evergreen Flowers

In a world whose language was taught to me for this reason: that with it I should hide the truth, you made me swear that I would keep the truth on my tongue with you. And your gaze in the virgin moment of the pact from beyond the borders mingled with my gaze, overflowed into the depths of my eyes bewitched me... Now a power deeper than the power of learned deceit splits apart all the nonsense words on this page in my notebook. Now that virgin moment above the corridor of mute faith, thrilling wells up in me and rolls up the cloak of hypocritical words – like a scroll rolled shut – and throws it into the wastebasket of my desk. Your magic irrevocable, irrevocable, turns the tongue of my heart: – the invisible key opens the lock – there must be nothing but truth between you and me: – moments are walls time is a prison I a prisoner in the presence of the wasteland with a desert named lips, in my face; without the caresses of your lips. No medicine has healed the wound of separations in my heart. Incantations in place of a broken wing no wing to the bird have given. With you no word but truth should flow on my tongue only the truth. So be it so be it: give me your hand put it on my heart now come with me... This is the room which in the moment of your magic I opened, all the locks of its door and its door to you. You came you walked with a fair step all around the room and sat with me on my kilim laughing. Your fair steps and your sweet gaze set up the dance of rainbows in my corridor and became a path from my dungeon to the open horizons one after another many-colored their heads in each other's arms... That night and after it every night when the darknesses fall on my desert and from my being make a shadow fallen on the ground of perdition, I path by path come crawling crawling I cross the desert of separation, and running I step toward you and you in this room in the dawn of sweet dreams I see: I take your face between my hands and your lips I drink in one breath... – You made me swear that I would keep the truth on my tongue with you. So listen: above the lie of hell above the lie of distance, they have grown and blossomed seed by seed all your kisses true in the bed of my lips – evergreen buds in the bed of affection – between us my love there is nothing anymore, but this bed on my naked breast under your fingertips... Do you see the beating of my heart? The garden of your evergreen flowers in the room where you walked has no autumn...