The Mystifying River

The mystifying river overflows inside me 

dark, deep and recondite 

and flowers bloom in the still water 

of orphic time 

but turning around the shore 

with heavy sighs in the soul 

bird weeps with a dead flower

still my soul yearns to meet,

at the rhythms of perfervid beat 

refilling of sinuous rivulets 

in the white hills 

and the brimless ocean is dead now 

with salty tears----

but looking at the lonesome sky 

with faded flower 

time slips away on the bare seacoast...

and the soul overflows with music 

of the past, 

and inebriated the drowsy moon 

the brown sands and the sea gods----

and the midwinter fall,

the eyes metamorphosed into stones 

and the stones turned into sterile river 

and no blue flower in this season....

but staying behind the painted walls 

with paintbrush in my grisly hands 

I wept and cried at the day  

sudden blow of azure-air 

all things are rotten, all things are dead, 

and heard the lamenting sounds 

but strolling behind the blue-bright sea

I cried whole night..

and the sea is ceased now 

and the cadence stopped coming over the battered trees and creepers 

and all the flowers are sullen now 

and all the flowers are dead now 

and behind the garden I stand alone 

fast-fading rose in my hands 

and I moved towards another place 

and turned away on the white seashore 

silent sea and no uproar