What the night birds sing – by Gurkski

What the night birds

sing when dreaming

I can translate to you

as though I were San Francesco.

They sing this: open your heart

like the blossom of a Day Lily

kissing the warm night

in the dark light.

Let the Pegasus of your most

daring fantasies fly high.

That’s what they sing

in this sweet night.

lullaby for my appletree my brightness

Can’t you  see that  I love you so?

Oh how I hurt, I hurt you so much I know.

I’m torn apart and this is so because

You lost me and I lost you too.

Baby darling, tell me it isn’t true.

I am torn apart 

I wish you were not gone

Baby, don’t leave.

Enclouded

homage to Heart’s poetry
in the form of a Brazilian sonnet**

Pretty pink clouds cluster on
my graying mind’s horizon
as I roam your house of verse
breathing in the brazen breeze
that carries lilts of lust and loss.

Seductress, you lure my heart
into playfully set up microdrams
to trap a sad man’s smile.

Kidnapped from a drab void
to tender moments of bliss,
how I long to belong to that lofty realm of subdued passion and coy winks

long to become sound of your song,
stroke of your brush cause of your sigh.

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* see here e.g.
**Brazilian sonnet: invented by Fernando Mendes