SWAYING WITHIN FOG
SWAYING WITHIN FOG:
The heart of the colours of love
N.G. Dian
Copyright by N.G. Dian, 2013
Dedication
To all poetry lovers, and for all lovers of the beauty of natural color paintings, as well as to those who appreciate the colors of love in life.
SWAYING WITHIN FOG
And golden moon was at rest, as
Dawn began to color the sky.
Dark to grey surf to violet,
To blue dawn to light orange,
To white waves bright
With crystal sight of morning sun.
Dazzling beads of dew on green leaves,
Stunning diamond glittering green garden,
Crying of newly born birds
Flamboyant in shades of dawn,
Garnishing worthy forest ground,
With their colourful mellow feathers,
And then swept by wind gusts,
Crashing at roots with dry leaves.
The sweet sound of waterfall;
A distant hill chanting of nature
Brought my thoughts into the dreamland,
Where I could sleep soundly
Beneath warm angel wings,
In the comfort of silk scarves,
On the soft mattress of honey,
Lulled by the heavens’ harp.
Sweetest!
As the golden fishes go on
Swimming in the milk river,
And heavenly clouds of butterflies,
Float above my head,
Sprinkled scent of the flakes of peace;
What a wonderful land
I am dreaming about!
O! Loveliest of morning bloom;
The splendid sunlight penetrates the dense garden.
A light breeze, cold, doth not sting.
I feel a kind of thrill
That sweet spring has roused;
Gatherings of birds on tree branches
Sing their melody of joy.
I sense a happiness glowing.
No more the sound of melancholy
In the silence of the pine’s garden.
Since I whistled of a delightful rhyme,
With the clouds of glory spring,
Showers bring the creamy taste of colours.
But then mists softly rise,
Obscuring the blue dawn sky,
Slowly, to reach the alp, so mysterious!
Secrets nature curtains;
It’s complicated to be revealed.
The great nature paintings
Won’t be forgotten.
The white smoke crept down, slowly.
Tinting the whole green mount to white;
Flowing down like an angel’s wings,
Sweeping the top pine trees,
Hiding the golden forest blaze
As I sit on the big tree roots
Visualizing the magic portrait.
She is greatly elegant, sweet!
The smile on her face, illustrious!
No more the sound of blue
As she whispered my name.
O! I sense a love glow in soft mist
Warming my heart space from cold.
Thrilled, I want to hug her.
Wind garden is blowing,
Ushering the white nature’s smoke,
Spreading finger upon my ear gently.
It’s cold but soothing.
Glazed, faint, I hear
The fog whispering her name…
Stinging unto my soul, love!
And the leaves swing;
Persuade me to sway
In a wooden tune.
With some spirit of natural elements I Unwind, then inhale fresh air.
An exotic kiss of morning’s dew on my cheek
Flying me to a higher sense.
In a romantic haze
I see her in purple gown;
Walking towards me with a magic smile,
As a white swan, very graceful!
As beautiful as floral blooms.
O! She blooms in pine’s garden
For the sweet efflorescence.
And I am a charm beetle
Who needs the beauty bloom.
Not to make the flower wilt,
I will keep the blossoms endless,
At dark till bright;
At yellow fall to white winter;
At party-colour spring to sun light summer.
On a dimly white nature’s smoke
Her face was very strong in my sight,
Twinkling as a star decorated her dark eyes.
Personable!
Capture this imagination;
Her long black hair lies loose and free, lovely!
In the breeze of haze.
Under the beauty, nature lilts
With a sigh of the mild wind.
I held her fingers;
And stroked them gently.
Desiring her to sway in the mist garden.
I held her waist, pleasant!
Felt vibrations tickle my heart.
“Would you like to dance?”
I asked her with special feeling.
“Sure.”
Her voice blew on the breeze, gently.
“It’s a wonderful morning.” I assured her.
“No doubt.” A sweet tone of hers.
Her magic smile has stolen my heart.
I pulled her body closer to me,
And put my arms around her.
I started to lead her,
Following my feet artfully.
Sliding in arcs and circles
Piercing the mist to the sweetest room.
And I let her face rest on my shoulder
In the dim white fog, then
I looked into her solemn eyes;
Then I kissed her lips softly, lovingly.
And we strolled gracefully, twirling,
Knitting my heart for rhyme of her grace,
Integrated in the musical caress of love.
Beauty swayed in circles with morning’s fog:
Smooth,
Romantic,
Flying,
Free
As a pair of white doves in love,
Beyond the white clouds.
And then I lowered my face, gentle,
Towards her ear, Whispered;
“Thanks for the sweet dance, dear!”
O! That sweetest smile
Radiated sincerity of her heart
But I was hypnotized, deeply.
Suddenly she faded like smoke.
Time went by fast,
Heavenly twilight painted
From blues to deep violets;
Reds and to pinks,
Scattered around the canvas,
Of phenomenal sky.
A gold glare emerged,
The moon illuminated the dark.
Sitting accompanied by campfire,
The air was heavy, moist.
Love made my chest tight.
Drowned in the day, I dream!
“What is happening to me?”
I didn’t understand!
I hallucinated her!
I hallucinated her?
Night breeze of the pine’s garden;
Shaking my brown tent slightly,
But my heartbeat was strong.
Fearsome and hollow,
Thinking of her,
I was trapped in a dream, wondering;
If I only could be with her.
But stars slept soundly;
Still, I need the super light,
Helping to find her trace,
Her shadow unforgettable!
Among the green of exotic pines,
She breathes as floral perfume,
/> More than a bouquet of Spring.
Yet the black clouds have come,
Covering the moon’s night sky.
All became dark mystery.
Going inside my tent to rest,
While calling her name,
Making my soul warm in cold
Delicate grace of my heart beat.
Drawing from her nature’s rays;
Glittering beyond the rainbow:
Smiling golden moon face,
A blossom red rose lips,
Twinkling stars on her eyes,
Long black silky hair;
Flowing and smooth, so sweet!
My instinct of a poet appears
From her magnetism.
Letting her hear the way I feel,
This verse of my words
Created belongs to her…
Engraved in the heart,
Everlasting words!
When the lambency emerges,
As bright as the sun flame,
I pick one of the flames in my heart
A love flame!
Coming from my delusion…
At day through night,
Composing wonderful stories.
Hoping she breezes into sight.
Not only a fiction, but
Floated,
Vanished,
Emerged,
Melted
On the garden breeze.
It’s unkind for my sanity!
When I woke up at empty night
I wondered if I was slumbering.
She was not lying in my arms.
Sitting in confusion,
Dreamy of her presence,
Wanting to touch her form,
But… teach me how!
I won’t be a hallucination,
To make her believe;
But she never understood.
She won’t stay for a longer pirouette.
She’s like a fairy-tale night,
Fleeing when I awake;
Always creating confusion.
Though they said that I am wrong,
Wanting her for my life
(And maybe they were right),
Still, she is soft like the rain.
She made me feel complete.
I never had it so good;
All the hours, all the minutes.
Would she lay in my arms
When I woke up in the morning?
Or is she only a flower in mind…
The beauty shadow,
Without trace,
Obsession,
In the deepest anxiety.
This love colours sense, rising!
Painting the heart beats
Staining my mind,
Full of spring garden colours.
Yet, the sense of turmoil
Disturbs me in wishful thinking.
Since she transformed,
As into a light white smoke.
And outside was spattering rain,
As sadness from an owl’s song
On the black pine tree
Sliced my heart…
All through my indigo-blue heart.
But I tried to self-soothe,
In spite of swirling uneasiness.
As I walked the drizzling rain
Down the dark garden path,
There was nothing but trees and
The cold wind through my thoughts;
Recalling the sweetest face…
A fair woman, who
Rose from nowhere.
When I stepped onto dry twigs,
I awoke, thrilled in strange emotion,
For the mystifying feeling I had.
When I swayed with her, slowly,
I flew to the bright blue sky.
Her eyes swept against mine,
Drifting, brushing away my emptiness.
I know that you are there
Watching my confusion.
In every time, the fog remains,
Hiding the pine garden.
With no dancing rhyme
Down the pretty path,
I felt myself a mystery stranger.
I sank within the deep unseen shadow,
As night raindrops swept away
Her dint from the dance ground.
Still I felt the warmth, the love!
Whereas they thought
I have lost my way, I remain,
Swaying within the fog, alone!
The End