Charisma of The Old World & Ascetic Rain and The Blue Mountain : Two Poems

1. CHARISMA OF THE OLD WORLD

O, the birds of the sky
O, forest-dwelling sage of the north
Give us wisdom, give us the knowledge of the breadth of the sky
We will chase the depth of the ocean with our shadows falling back
We have never sucked the honey-comb
We have never kissed the feet of withering rays of the twilight
Give us a chance to feel the chill of death before life
Together we we will dance the death to the tune of satanic verses
Before praying on our last pyre.

O, the charisma of the old world
O, the saviours of the retracting sun
The light is still burning the surrounding darkness
When the apocalypse will be revealed to all
When the Magus of the East will burn the fire of wisdom
We are the smaller beings of God's forsaken children
We will again be reborn at His behest.

We pray to Thee with folded arms, O the Omniscient
We will see the face of our destiny
When there will be no more sighs of silence
And no more whispers of holy violence
Together we will spread our wings beyond the yonder sky.

2. ASCETIC RAIN AND THE BLUE MOUNTAIN

Come down
Heavily
On the drop dead
Blue mountain
Up upon the seventh crest
The caressing sky
Whispering
In puffs of dizzy clouds
Meandering darkly
Through the moments of rain
Worldlessly as ever
Beating
In lapses of eternity
Of so many spangles
The leafy world
Listening
Chorus of lullaby
Symphony of windy breeze
Crying in bristles of thorns
At the foothill
Of the blue mountain
Submerged
In pressing rains
And spell-bounding grandeur
of the surrounding mist
Baring her sysmic breast
To root out the dust and ashes
Of the ascetic rains
Coming down
Heavily
On the dead drop
Blue mountain.