LILIAN.

POEMS OF LILIAN.

     Scribe before the Gods

ah love...

transcends all race

and dimensions.

Luna in her mystical glory

bequeathed inspirations.

Affecting small and large,

nature's wild creations.

Plants and beasts bow

to her ministrations.

A lowly Scribe presents

to the Gods his donations.

To Venus he offers

awe and adorations.

Athena jealously swoons

at his romanticizations.

Even Mars stops

his bloody destructions.

Mercury spreads

the words in all directions.

Jupiter rewarded Scribe's

passionate devotions.

On the Poet's silver head

shall lay laurels set for coronations.

My Goddess

all around me is totally black

nothing else but a luminous clock

secretly I ventured up to the dock

until I find the door and started to knock

my knuckles grew cold with numbing shock

still the door stubbornly maintains its dead lock

standing closed before me as if to mock

the howling wind began to bark

as I go groping in the dark

frantically I searched for the alcove arc

round and round flies the blinded lark

down the vault I searched for the mark

reaching for a splinter that would spark

aided by the light my eyes were cast

upon the profile of Venus' bust

though covered with cobwebs and dust

still it arouses man's tremendous lust

sending out an aroma of musk and rust

to the shade of ivory dusk blend it must

a beauty that makes my heart stop at its sight

and sends me up to soaring height

causes my soul immeasurable fright

its great powers I have to fight

lest I shall never see the morning light

and the world outside so bright

a masterpiece so full of charm

I must protect it from all possible harm

suddenly looking up with great alarm

found myself surrounded by naked warriors in swarm

to the river I ran the goddess cradled in my arm

leaping to the boat my escape I have to ensure

knowing all the trials and pains I must endure

as the mob pursued me for my stolen treasure

hopelessly I screamed to Mother Nature

" Please let me glide without censure

or Death shall find me at his leisure."

softly drifting into the castle

my weary mind in a great muddle

for hours I continued to paddle

until my arms began to tremble

as my lips began to prattle

and my bones start to rattle

I hear myself crazily mumble

" for my love my life I'd happily gamble"

slowly the sky from black turns to gray

my heavy head begins to sway

silently I looked for a place to stay

where to rest my weary body to lay

as my eyes to a close they'd stay

nobody can deny they have to say

a fool I may be at least I did it my way.

The heart's petrarchan

Listen, can you hear the white doves cooing?

Just like a choir of angels from above.

They are softly singing a song of love.

Their croons move your frozen heart to stirring.

Slowly, like snowflakes from the sky falling.

Spreading silently across the lone cove.

A peaceful rhythm as heart starts to throb.

Come! Now is not the time to be hiding.

So quickly it has been, that time flies by.

For a broken heart, each day is a balm.

Like for the mighty eagle soaring sky,

your raging soul, the wind has blown a calm.

Let the currents lift your spirit up high.

Floating upwards to the hum of a psalm.

Contemplate nature for inspiration.

It is not a case of self delusion.

Enlightenment of a situation.

For long time, you lived in an illusion.

You allowed hatred for motivation.

Allow yourself to a new direction.

Depart from fears and desires collision.

Survive beyond what is sustainable.

Faith and trust be your shield and protection.

Reach for a star that is unattainable.

Your heart's desires in your hand's possession.