Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
A Willow Swept by The Rain by Hillol Ray
Her soft footsteps play cymbals in my soul,
And my fingers on keyboard create a song-
In her heart, like the Van Gogh or a renaissance art.
And our unspoken love with emotions come along!
Dreaming of her blue-shadowed silk sari
In any evening brings music to my ears-
And makes me restless, as she bathes in garden,
While my eager eyes watch and dance in cheers!
Concealed imaging of her silhouette beauty
Under the brooding moon and floating skies-
Intrigues my spiritual emotion in a real rush,
And fetches her woven scarves to my eyes!
Roaring horn from my dedication at temple
Keeps on wavering on their timid tiny feet-
And she walks, still quavering, on her own,
To make winds as her maids I want to meet!
Her music touches the strings of my heart,
When I stroll and whisper to the sparrow-
And my garden wonders in silence with an awe,
But knows my Bedouin mind is not at all narrow!
I do refrain from hurting and flirting at any time,
But compose or decompose songs with my pen-
And her warm company brings me on a symphony,
To make me feel like a willow swept by the rain!!!
“Milestone” March 13, 2024
© Copyright March 13, 2024, by Hillol Ray
About and Behind by Hillol Ray
After an injury, neighbors talked
About my back –
And offered me the prevention tips,
That I seemed to lack!
Upon winning the lotto,
I moved to palace from my shack-
Neighbors became nosy,
And talked behind my back!
Along the Rose and Lilac Bushes by Hillol Ray
At leisure, I walk along the rose and lilac bushes,
In the velvet awesome gardens around “Milestone”-
Calm, austere, aloof, and commanding Nature whispers,
To my elephant ears and intrigues my delicate bone!
More precisely than a fawn, across the sodded lawn,
Shakes the morning dews on my visionary eye-
And the bewildered and restless quill, at her own will,
Tries to sip Chinese ink from a bottle left behind to sigh!
“Desolation” is a tenant of “Milestone” in Shiva’s Landing,
And always harps or horns that soothes my lunatic heart-
With a joy, like a pennant does around my neck,
And lends a look to share a form of an antic art!
The lawns of “Isolation” amaze India Wharf,
And her bitten lips resemble beads of Japanese coral-
This makes me chuckle to stare closely at her,
As she never makes her anger virtual or oral!
With the onset of sunset, things slow down @ “Milestone”,
And the brooding evening becomes an ardent chapel-
New guards march and come in at the main entrance,
Where the garden is fenced with flowering apple!
Prayer for world-peace resumes and lies unembarrassed,
Asleep, and somnolent near the star-gazing Orchard grove-
And I am haunted along the glowing rose and lilac bushes,
Where I relinquished my quill as my treasure trove!!
“Milestone” February 19, 2024
© Copyright February 19,2024 by Hillol Ray
White Fjord Beneath the Milky Sky by Hillol Ray
True love was half revealing in my adolescent age,
Along the white fjord bank crowded by passersby-
The lingering air was cool with crushed junipers,
And still in the fading day before my magic eye!
Sylvan loneliness seemed to put offspring weariness,
And the stress of a life looked for the visionary bed-
While the mists that lifted off from the white fjord,
Drifted in the old woods to puzzle my Gypsy head!
Sympathetic thoughts of farewell clamored my mind,
And the odorous pines shaded my transfigured eyes-
Until then and now, I knew not why and how,
The gracious miracles of clouds love to arise!
With a noon falcons’ cry, the lucent mirror of the fjord
Somnolently hid into silence and then to the dim light-
And I knew, the message of life will appear with a hue,
Through the comforting heart’s annoy along the night!
The freights of joy, hope, and laurel in my life’s cargo,
Is now reaching the final shore, as my mission is done-
So, I thank you Lord for giving me an incredible life,
And I thank you friends for all cheers under the sun!
Now with the silver thread of my loving memories, let me tie,
The knot of friendship with white fjord beneath the milky sky-
And as I gradually head to bid my farewell, friends,
Please do not weep, cry, or even take a deeper sigh!!
“Milestone” November 1, 2024
© Copyright November 1, 2024, by Hillol Ray
