A Dedication in a Rather Poor Rumi Style
Last night I spoke
But had to ask my heart
Not to reply for a while.
Dear broken heart
Don't speak to me about loss
And not about your pain
Do you know
The divine light of the moon
That speaks to hearts?
Last night I fell
From a flight to the moon
To broken pain on earth.
A macabre madness came
And my red blood flowed
As you turned away.
Weren't you the star
That shone so bright for me
Measured days ago?
How did your voice
Change to that of Pharisees?
Please don't tell my soul.
Let my soul believe
That I travelled on a moonbeam
And met a spirit glow.
My heart wonders sadly
How did this light turn to gloom?
Softly asked while it sorrows.
Please don't tell my soul
All I have is my bag and path
And rows of joyful images.
Oh heart be kind
Aren't you the messenger of God?
Then please don't tell my soul.




Comments: 47
Hugs and blessings - S.
Correction done dear Sveta. Much obliged. Your praise is just what I needed to hear on this sad day.
Hugs and blessings dear friend...Fred
I know how you like those "10s so I have one for you!
Come Judi...send me that rainbow...I need it right now. Thank you thank you.
Great Otelia. Oh i'm not looking for points but any appreciation is most welcome.
Bless you Apryl. You always deep felt emotions. Thank you dear.
That's what I wanted to achieve Reena. A lyrical poem. So a big thanks to you.
Yes Payam. You speak true words. One must be able to see oneself...as one really is. Yes Patam...God lives in our hearts. Thank you for your kind words.
And met a spirit glow.
Dream on, dream on
this is lovely. So sad and yet, alive with emotions.
That one of the most beautiful comments that I've ever received.
Yes the soul knows everything. I can't hide antrhing from it. After all t's the captain of my ship.
Hahaha Priscilla. OK I'll dream on if you enjoy phrases like that so much.
But thanks for the idea. I'll take a ride on a sunbeam today. Yes I will.
I'll ride up into the blue skies with a bottle of Black Champagne in my hand.
See you up there Bill.
I need to make some changes. I'm not so comfortable with sadness.
Thank you Minnie...but I think that I've grown enough now. It's time that I danced again to my own music. I've given a lot. Till it hurts. Now I'll begin my life on my terms.
Ta da!!!
Great vivid images ....when a person is really really sad he can only plead his heart ..
Fred ..I am sure this is just a poem and you were not related to it recently..
Take care and thank you so much for your lovely sweet comments on my articles annd images
Already I feel better. You seem to have a magic touch. I felt the burden lighten. You cared and that helped. Thank you again.
I have come to your page three times since y'day to read and re- read ...and could not comment as I could relate to the sadness...
I felt much more in this then I could ever write ..
great poem Fred
I followed Elsie here as well. I loved the poem. I couldn't help but think that denial helps us cope for a bit when we need it. That is not a bad thing. Anyway, I read that and thought that it was like asking your heart for a few more moments in which to deny. That was very powerful. I hope you heal soon, from the wedge between your heart and soul.
Well I had a bad moment but I'm over it now. Thanks to my beautiful friends.
What I say in my comments to you are richly deserved. In fact I don't even say enough.
Bless you.
You addressed my soul? That's beautiful Carol. Thank you.
I feel so much appreciation in your words. I want to thank you for that. The way you wrote made me realise that you understood and felt each word.
That means a lot to me. A lot.
Thanks for having so beautiful a soul.
Well it's something that you and I can share. Of course Elsie dear. You are one of my great friends. Yesss.
Thank you for your visits. It's OK...I'm on my way up again. I'll soon be writing something upbeat again.
Wow April...that was praise indeed. Thank you.
I've been to your adventure story where I got dramatically acquainted with dear Wilma.
What a first meeting. It was great fun.
Hello Monika. Welcome to my site. Yes...that seperation is a kind of self defence...and it works. Thank you for your praise. Did me some good.
I'm especially grateful that you went to the trouble of finding this piece in the dusty archives.
I really value that.