Saturday, January 2, 2016

Kit Kelen # 2 - Alhambra




Alhambra

light trickles where let
and shade flows

cloud comes where the sun stands
and later in lamplight

everywhere the eye delights

love as through gates gathered
here to be in the garden

ripple of shadow
from a still pool cast

I have coaxed a cloud here
dark moment in the day – that's love too

the red house
has a climate for stars

for stars and for sauntering moonlight

pomegranate overhead and oranges
high vines
art is of no image here

the sierra's end is whittled to this
tears of the desert have conquered so far

we sit on cold stone

a pigeon visits

in the garden
the stairs are water running

it is inscribed on ceilings, walls
each tendril touch a next embrace

everywhere the eye delights
in steam and through lattice
love's countenance

reaching green for a next touch of heaven
a mind here for infinity
that is where love grows

one voice lies under another
love is what's where the sun casts
how the soil says

shade, light etched
each in other

summer behind in the hills
beyond season

art is of no image here

the tiles
carved timber, plaster
nothing but light and lack

each surface is a map
a handmade circuit
each arabesque a journey lost
follow and the eye is mazed

each thought is a garden
and stairs to the night
there need be no way out

all surrender in this place

a bell tolls
in the muezzin's call

so many tears
the ages to come

a clash of swords

surrender here

a language is to air
never gone

these walls were sung into life

among leaves
when leaves have fallen
steady as clouds passing
the sound of water unremarked

night falls to it
black roses for heaven

the nightingale among all fountains

through the gate of pomegranates
in the place of the cistern
under the tower of wine

my love has come with me
and the snow has blossomed beyond
high on the peaks of Sierra Nevada

here most secret of hearts
orange and myrtle, a tangle
of cloud

on earth there is a pool reflecting
azure, rose and sun for yellow

in the court of the lions
gazelles come careless

remember!
damask
time here discomposed

light trickles where let
shade flows
ripples of shadows
cast from a still pool

the elements in heaven's hand
look up
can you pick apart this blue?

here in the garden
I am waiting
we are waiting

we all of us surrender








1 comment:

  1. I have read this five times and each time I am transported further into the place(s).

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