What satisfies the myth of my Hallucination


Munir Mezyed


Inadvertently
Night has come to me
Intoxicated
Wearing the apparel of temptation
And charm
Clear like the pieces of crystal
Dragging the moon
Drowned in perplexity
Between a silent light
And a laughing one
And soon entering into gypsy’s suite
Who implants Basil between her dormant breasts
And on her thighs, the butterflies come to rest,
Pleading for nectar
In the spirit
The quivers of universe
In the eyes
The randy dreams of the sea
In the heart
The chirping of the heaven
Filling the cup of contemplation
I drink till intoxication
Thus I behold the Goddess of poetry
Standing before me, naked

Tonight
I ‘m able to forget everything
For awhile
To forget my exile
The wrinkles of my sad home
Lost in the vortex of obscurity
My beloved’s rainy lips
Raining cherries and mint
Becoming desertified
After the death of my kisses
And to let the dove of memory
Sleep in the nest of oblivion

To night
I will be satisfied
Just contemplating heaven
That left us
More than one thousand years
And came here
Amusing herself in the breaths of paganish frosts

To night
I will be satisfied
Just sitting on the table of inspiration
Smoking the tobacco of poetry
Cooking the biography of dreams
Drinking the wine of Sufism
Thus I hallucinate
What satisfies the myth of my Hallucination