Poems by Myrteza Mara ( Albania)

 

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Poems by Myrteza Mara ( Albania)

 

 

Inebriation

 

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.

Oh please!

For the light of the stars try just for once

To look at the seasons

Everything has the name of the Spring.

 

 

 

Tonight

 

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”

 

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