Alhambra

Posted on February 16th, 2008 by george.
Categories: dreams, enlightenment, epiphany, future, life, numbers, poetry, serendipity, synthesis.

the dust of far-off deserts
sparkles
after noon
while breezes waft
the redolence
of five-star blooms
shafts of leaning light
dance through
camphor trees
her shadowed arches
find me
down on bended knee
her marble pillars
soaring
toward heaven’s sky
from paradise four rivers
meet
with burbled sighs
relax your fretted ceilings
in the sun
and wind
let the sweet call of the nightingale
calm your soul
within
my truss your raven tresses
combed with honey
sweet
your words inside my spirit
carved
in filigree
now stretch my copper heartstrings
cross your
silver face
and fill with song this darksome
and once empty
space
thirteen vermillion towers
look upon your
life
and whisper to the lions
tales of
man and wife
existence stretched before me
like a growing
elm
crimson ark with
Holy Mariner
at the helm
each quanta forking out
an ungrown
tender shoot
a life of unknown branches
with you
at the root
and though the tree is younger
now
than it will be
your liquid silver quickens
every limb
of me
now from the court of maidens
comes a lilted
cry
an audience of angels
softly drawing
nigh
without a word
she bends
into her graceful dance
and lights aflame the veils
concealing
her advance
in arc and pattern
weaving
flowered tapestries
she draws upon the
lifeblood
from the roots so deep
with gathering momentum
she spins wild
and free
and melds his art and science
into
unity
from the Garden of the Architect
a breath
exhales
and scatters far the ashes
of the last lost
veil
the lover sees his children
in the maiden‘s
sway
now overflows his heart
with
arabesque pensées
even unto his autumn
he sees red
and gold
and alloyed with his copper
stories
not yet told
for soon they may set sail
upon a sea
of song
and manifest what only
God
knew all along
the lily brims with waters
from the wise man’s
sea
and let loose are the lovers
that their seas may
meet
now overflow his tears
onto life’s golden
shore
to set in motion waves
above the
coral floor
the emerald sea now surges
casting forth
her pearl
the twain restored to one
now
and through all the worlds

7 comments.

Lorenia

Comment on February 16th, 2008.

Gloria made me translate the whole thing. haha

lacey

Comment on February 16th, 2008.

Beautiful, Dr. Hatcher! This would do really well as a spoken word piece. Try it out sometime!

george

Comment on February 17th, 2008.

Yoye I can’t wait to post your translation. WOW. My first poem to make it to another language.

Thank you so much, Lacey. I actually read it to Lorenia right after I wrote it. Iron & Wine’s “Lovesong of the Buzzard” inspired the meter. =)

Myk

Comment on February 17th, 2008.

I am in awe.

Sholeh

Comment on February 17th, 2008.

makes me think of sunsets, for some reason. lovely.

Andrew

Comment on February 19th, 2008.

BEAUTIFUL.

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Pingback on June 19th, 2009.

[…] cooing my worries to sleep, when I realized I had just heard The Lovesong of the Buzzard, the song whose meter inspired my last good poem, Alhambra, written about Lorenia.  Down the road, I glanced up at the glowing, green traffic light passing overhead, right at the moment Sam sang, “Like stubborn boys with big green eyes.”  In fact, I saw it precisely as he said, “green.”  It struck me that in the poem I’d just written, I referred to sitting at a red light, staring at the LEDs.  The song ended, and the very next track was “Boy With a Coin,” which Sholeh had first clued me into on 07-11-07, while she was in, you guessed it, Haifa.  On the poem Alhambra, Sholeh’s comment was, “makes me think of sunsets, for some reason. lovely.”  The poem she wrote that inspired me today?  It’s entitled, “sunsets always make me miss everyone.” […]

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