The Gray Swing Şiiri - Alimert Demirel

the gray swing in the lush park
it swerves and flails
for eternity
or until two lovers meet
the gray swing with two golden crowns

the swing hides its face
for all lovers
and one cannot find it
else an athame dream reveals
and cuts the silk covers of felina

the sacred pale grass under
shines with artificial moon glow
yearning for the day to come
when the arrow made of mercury
shall fly from the winter bow of jupiter
and enter the sabine prey
nova vita nascētur

the arrow of mercury
enters the primordial waters

the snow will turn red
the snow will melt with heat

the dried grass will be wet
you will paint it red

if i find the sanctum
and should i see you there
i will take you

red hazed eyes
pink mist everywhere

the dark arachnid beyond the stars
will weave the webs of our fate

i will make you a garland of vervain
and scatter you towards the rising sun

i will rip the honeysuckle
crush the cyanide cherry

bear my new promethean fire
birth the transgression
walking towards filthy obsession

i leave now in these days somber
in the end of dead blue september

to find you

hello, you