By Ramzi Albert Rihani
A Butterfly Kiss
A butterfly kiss fills the air With hiss larger than thunder A moon rushing to end the night Tumbles and cracks open the morning light A sound soars to the cathedral ceiling And lights the eyes that are still sleeping A drift of shiver, a case of joy Awake the girl with a magical toy In the vast yellow valley, Seeds of freedom become trees of history One grows without pain The other, in the shadow of the seed, waits for the rain The little girl with her white mandolin With prophetic eyes and Mona Lisa smile Men around her, gather with a look sublime Chanting for the kings of the valley
Sprinkles of time pushing through To meet in a day, month or year Everything comes to a pause And breaks the promise that was so near Colors of spring kindle the sun Petals of flower cover the grass And the man is still waiting Fearing for the moments to pass Days elope with water in between Brushing the ocean’s shore No one to see and no one to feel As if we were in a war The wind caresses her face On Sunday when she goes to mass And the man is still waiting Fearing for the moments to pass People engrave their marks In praise of her beauty and things Not worrying about revelations As if in the company of kings Daring bums approach her with grace The troubadour polishes his trumpet’s brass And the man is still waiting Fearing for the moments to pass Nights fall to the ground The days quickly arise Empty streets, cathedrals and bars And a walk in the park in disguise An eerie breeze looms over With heavy, steady feeling, alas, And the man is still waiting Fearing for the moments to pass The book says they will meet Wishfully before a year Whether here, there, or anywhere Be it in a very far place or near The story will be revealed and told In a golden cloth of world class And the man is still waiting Fearing for the moments to pass
In the shade of a bonsai tree An old breeze whispers Words of wisdom awaken the rainbow In the eve of a mystery Twinkle the starlight In the midst of a summer night Sitting at the table A bird, a bum, and the stillness of their shadow Sounds of freedom tie him down Without pain, sorrow or joy The trumpet across reaches the sky To pick an apple, a cherry and a sigh Busy is the man with frolicking hair His face, a blend of mastery, misery and medieval air Staring at tomorrow with a deja-vu look Waiting for the bird to fly In his dark assembled suit He sees the rainbow in black and white Shades of gray stripe the sky And the bonsai tree blooms in green, pale and bright
The Shadow of Her Voice
When the trees break the dawn in despair And your departure took the evening flair Reflections on the water dance in harmony And the sun and the wind dip in memory The morning casts a shadow familiar to the eyes Fighting a desire till the advent of fireflies They ignite an ardor that burns the skin And the man behind the shadows wonder where he's been The piano plays some freaking jazzy tunes With no one to sign or hum the blues Take refuge in her voice until the morning sun And the daybreak announces dreams undone Petals float around the surface of the pond Pages of songbook pass Blonde on Blonde A breeze starts a green and brown ballet debut And the pages stop at These Foolish Things Remind me of You Now all has come to a halt And the vicarious trip is still untold No one will come close to this Except the voice, the shadow and some other bliss.
Born to a literary family among poets, writers, novelists, and critics, Ramzi Albert Rihani has been writing and publishing poetry since 1995. He is a published music critic, wrote and published a travel book “The Other Color – a Trip Around the World in Six Months” and has been living in the Washington, DC area most of his life.
2 thoughts on “A Butterfly Kiss and Other Poems”
Absolutely wonderful! Thank you for these 🙂
Thank you Jim for your comment. Much appreciated.