Agron Shele - Passage

 

I need to see beyond the frames

And twist the contrast to make one more color

for deciphering all the views

that in a second change so abruptly

to make that colour a sea, a typhoon,

but also the peace that sleeps on the white waves

peace that rests beside an island

which, for me, Ithaca always remains

Time sleeps on the blooming lilies

whorls brightened in spring

collecting the first beams of dawn

and hiding their sight beyond the twilight

putting together the galaxy of stars.

that sparks on the cherry garden of love

to feel the distant whisper of the body

wrapped in a scarf of longing

and so the day’s vail is unveiled

running toward the purity of life

removing a fraction that reflects the light

and turning it to a charm that reveals the sun

weaved like this, in Gods fire

together with the lyre of the goddess of muses

at the footsteps left on the desire of words

or the thirsty longing for the traces of lips.