Behind our sylvan home, there’s a mountain
Sloping down a forest so thick and green
And drilling deep to the shore a fountain
And far at the horizon I have seen
A picture
Around a ledge of stars clipped to a beam
A sight of a vision caught in a dream.
Clear and demure, the surface of the sea
The sight refracted on the water seen
Effigies in mind-bending ecstasy
All over the blue, the fishes have been
Gathering
Looking at the image being a dream
And the dream, a beam, in my eyes a gleam.
With the sun a budding ball grading high
A horseman spurring up the road his steed
And the birds up in clouds shading the sky
Flocks against flocks, whirling wings in full speed
And I look
At the dust behind the horseman in flight
Leaving me yearning for a vanished sight.
Baalbeck and the Ruins
Take yourself charioted to the city
Of the gods, a temple built on the plain;
Upheld by the girders of Time to remain,
A unique structure of eternal fame.
O, well for the thoughts that tradition stay,
Centuries back still signaling we find!
This heirloom of the Roman Empire left,
But a thought of a heart dead long ago.
Man has nothing more of Magic to show,
Having the lime stones of these massive walls,
Quarried a light travel, ere the eye caught,
A wonder, of the Seven, in the world made.
Time a count of years; here we count no more,
Hundreds of generations have passed, and still,
These pillars against time a time tall,
With the fingers of the wind a harp played.
These shattered walls a relic falling down,
To stay forever lying, sand on sand,
Till time with the feet of age passes by,
Leaving the gods, turning his face away.