Poems by Myrteza Mara ( Albania)
I was dead drunk by a half of dream
Red wine invites you into the sin
Was really honeyed the first glass
Honeyed relished even the seventh cup!
I queered and the world came around me,
I became big mouth as never before,
“For you i jump in the fire don’t you believe,
I drink seven seas of wine, even more!”
You contemplated me quiet as temple
“Crazy” you called me at that moment!
I swore that if I were dead I was able
For you to burn myself with sentiment!
Where is my fault, tell me I want to know
Is sin to be drunk by drinking wine?
If you lay down for love sake with glow
And Lord lurks in the lap, is not divine?!
So I’ll be drunk for all my life, oh Lord,
I will implore for that dream forever!
And I’ll dream even in the other world
Drunk by your sweet kiss however!
I am not going to be the Aesop’s fox
We enjoyed that cup paid with our life
In that cup is the tears’ taste, folks
With tears sing our fifth season’s fife!
For the light of the stars
You couldn’t sleep tonight
I have seasons in your window
Let’s get covered with crib.
Come with me to hear secrets
The roses of those who are in love
Are waiting to blossom in the morning
Let the mattress with wrinkles in the night
And if you tremble from the coldness
I can become the fire for you.
For the light of the stars try just for once
To look at the seasons
Everything has the name of the Spring.
I want to stop tonight
Let the moon talking, having tears
Just like me through the difficult years.
I want the stars to get burned tonight
Just for me
Just like me that I was getting burned for dozens of dark nights.
If only the sun got sweat behind the Earth
That night should belong to me.
I want to lie down to the carpet of the sky
in a virgin grass land, where every flower looks like a butterfly.
My love, give me just one kiss.
Tomorrow my love
Please don’t talk this night
As quiet as your melancholy
Let’s get fall asleep in its strange hands.
Tonight the stars are talking for us
Magic witnesses of our first kiss.
I know what you are going to say
I can read it in your eyes
The fire on your lips
Will not burn down
With these words
We have enough time tomorrow.
Come with me to pick a bucket of fire flies
Instead of candles now.
We will wake up in the middle of the night
Because of the nightingale.
Tomorrow my love, tomorrow
With the light of the sun
We will have time for everything…
LITERARY MAGAZINE ATUNIS NR.3 – 4 , MAY 2016
A PUBLICATION OF POETICAL GALAXY “ ATUNIS”