Thursday Blues Şiiri - Alimert Demirel

The six words :7 were written there
From one temple to the other
Indigo blue
I become the high priest
This is my divine residence
It is made of hazel

It was revealed to me
The sandals would be lost
I shall not go
Deceit and angst linger
There is no consolation there
No victories to be coronated
Leave it be

Chaos pulses in the dark grotto
Manikins ponder
The light flickers and offers illusions
No one will see thy prophet

The salamanders
And the undines
Hear the sylphs utter your name

They showed me the white pistachio
It is where my mind dwells
Near the lit tree
I see those two towers

The waters shall calm down
As I have said
Heart girt with a serpent
Is my name
It matters not

The mirror shows mysteries
It is our own longing
The hunter shall sleep again
I was Moses
Now I have lost myself
There is no love in our realm
No dreams in my breathless sleep
Dusk and dawn fell like feathers

You are gone
You never were
Fading into obscurity
Exit the chambers
You, begone

Even when the stars remind me of,