THERE

There in the inert earth

Lies no boredom

Albeit the dead stillness

Just before a storm.

There’s no sand at present

That blinds your eyes

But there’s a sudden outcry

A lyrical concert that explodes

At times

Red rocket taking off into the

Deepest blue

Music with sudden pulsing

In the clouds

Orange-red formations of

Sunrays in double reflections

There’s only love yet in rashly

Meeting minds

Invisible hands electric

Allusions of high desire

Picking your clothes

As if a garden of mature

Rose petals in full bloom

Messages in the bees erratic

Crossroad’s flight

The city’s air laden with

Sweet promises of Jasmin scent

From your imaginary Muse.

MUSE.ESUM

zoltanzelan

ZJG-Poetry’20.

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