The Spirit Bow to the Will of Love

The Spirit Bow to the Will of Love

By Munir Mezyed

(A vision agonizes in pain, craving to be free
And remain alone in the temple of love
Praying)

I crave for the rain
Burning eagerly
Dying for love
. .

The spirit is bathing in divine gleam
I drink a toast to the pain
And mediation
From the Chalice of poetry..!

Thus I behold myself traveling
To the divine ecstasy
To her world
Wreathed with fire and rain
Carrying the floods of my swollen grief
And my brothers treachery
.
.

The spirit bow to the will of love
My beloved lifts up the veil from my grief
My grief that darkens the moon of my heart
She feeds me the fruits of the inflamed flesh
And waters me the wine of the spirit
. .

Thus I behold myself relishing in love
And growing in pain
Drunk
Ascending the high heavens
. .

My love
I am a golden storm of luminous yearnings
Surprisingly
It strikes your breas
. .
My love
Tonight I aspire to love you my way
To love you with utmost passion
Through your eyes
I feel warmth penetrating into my spirit
I see the youth of dreams dancing on your lips
And smell the attar of your breast emanating the air...
I feel a biting thirst for the wine of your beauty
Fire raging intensely in my soul
Whilst the fruits of my garden are ripe,
Waiting to be eaten
. .

My love
The dream that we share
Is fraught with colors of delight
So darling, let me drink the wine of love
Take me to the bosom of desire
Where you will plant me
A tree in its soil
Which you will water it with nectar of eternity
From your divine lips
. .

My love
The strings of my soul play
The melody of desire
Colored with all the spectrums of magic
On the harp of dream
. .
My love
Between you and I
Is more than love
Deeper
Warmer
Wilder
And more thrilling
Luscious
Enticing
Charming..
. .
Between you and I
is more than obsession,
Addiction,
Or Perfection
. .
Between you and I
is more than an exquisite
And unique case
Or a fabulous tale
. .
Between you and I
is more than completeness
Spell of divinity
Thirst of desire
Or Flame of fire..
. .
Sometimes it is a raging fire
Or pouring mad rain..
Sometimes a joyful pain
Or painful pleasure..
. .
Sometimes sparks of madness
Or notions of awareness
Sometimes chaos of emotion
Or rhyme and chirping of sensation...
Yet, I say, I love you
As I can't find a better way..
It's more than words can say...
. .

My love
In my dreams
I see you, a gentle beast
Grazing
Upon the meadows of my flesh...
.

A butterfly
Hovering
Sipping my nectar...
.
A glorious moon
shining
All its radiant beams
Upon
The mirror of my spirit...
.
In your teasing eyes
I see
Bestial desires
Sensual thirst
Passion
And erotic glimpses...
.
You sigh deeply
With fervent passion
While your soul cries
Yearning
For freedom
And your impatient flesh
Pleads
Passionately
For the fiery rain
Waiting
Drowning...
.

One kiss is enough
To open
The gates of desire
Igniting
The embers of your flesh...
. .
One kiss is enough
To allow this craving
This burning
To attain release
Perceive that hunger
With unending awareness
The frenzied craving
That vibrates with urgent need
As it liberates
The ravenous butterflies of the soul
To delight in the sweetness of the flesh
. . .!

My love
I cry for you
As I struggle against my eagerness
With my intoxication
And subdue your fire
That is blazing in my bosom
With amorous fantasies...
Let me luxuriate in
And cherish
These delirious moments
When fire engulfs us
Yet we are not burned
But drown in the mystical rain of desire
Lust and passion...
Feeling the joy of union
The tremors of the soul
Echoed in the flesh
Ardent kisses
Our flesh becoming
Dew covered roses
Throbbing with ambrosial nectar...
. .

My love
I thirst for nothing
Except your love
Nor demand anything
But your fuel for my fire
And eager lips to receive
My kisses
And sweetness...
. .

Desperately

Do I love and need you
For I cannot live
Nor can I die
Apart from you...
.
You are
The only joy
In both
My living and dreams...
.. !
My love
I want to draw for you
Wild sea of Pharaonic honey
Canaanite Myths
Phoenician vineyards
Persian flowers
Sumerian moons
Floating in my poem
As the night, my love, draws
With brush of dreams
Apparent sky in azure color
Rebel Sea biting the legs of desire
Sun dancing on the branches of cherry
Drunken Moon singing to a Warbler in love
Thus I see you there
Between the Cherry trees
Luscious
Exciting
Naked
Longing for love
And for me..
..
My love
Come, let us surrender
Lovingly to the call
the call of Our eager flesh
To the call of the flames
And gather all the wood of devotion
For that sweet blaze
From the forest of love
To keep it burning
Eternally..
..
Thus you behold me, my love,
Draw with brush of the lips
The colors of the flesh
Color it with the colors of summer and rain
The painting and brush burst into fire
And become a forest of madness
And lust

My love
Last night
I dreamt I was with you
And my body was a rose of fire
You were wearing the gown of lust
In your eyes
The sparkle of temptation
Your mouth was a cloud
Thundering over the rose
Raining fire and dews
Soaking it
While Your tongue itinerating
Licking
Savoring the fire
Like a butterfly sipping the nectar
At that moment I cast out all my fragrant nectar
Scented with the taste of jasmine and vanilla
Over the lips of cherries
.
I woke up
I beheld her ghost near my bed
And she uttered
I am the desire
The madness
The taste of fire and wine..
.
I am the fairy that comes out
From one thousand and one nights...
Tonight
I will travel with you
To my myth
To the garden of delight
Where dreams and lust do reside
So pluck what you desire
to weave them verses���¢�¯�¿�½���¦!
.
.
My love
The spirit bow to the will of love
Thus I behold myself treading
on their belief
Grasping madness with my hand
And let the birds of my spirit
Soar free
"For I long to live in a place
Where I can make love freely
To my beloved
Like birds in the trees
.
.
With patience and skill
I weave verses
Thus becoming closer to god
You and I are one
Two embracing lovers,
United,
Each one completes the other
Soaring eternally together
Through the universe
. .
I looked for you every where
In cities and towns
Museums and bars
Mounts and hills
Seas and rivers
Books and magazines
When I did not find you
I started looking at the sky
. .

When I could not find you
I looked at heaven
I saw you appearing
in the sky
With your full brightness
Mild and gentle
As you make your
Nightly trek across the heavens
You see me
Sleeping, dreaming of you
You cast the spectrum of love,
Your softest and mildest rays upon me
Enticing me to dream more happily than ever
O My love, My love
In my heart you reside
Wherein my soul
You mingle with mine...
.
.
My love
I drown
In the lust of my madness,
The passion of my dream...
Traveling from heaven to heaven
. .
I search for rainbows that visit your heart
Asking the clouds
The mist
And the rain...
. .
Thus my longing intensifies
I Travel in a heaven
Where God dwells
So that may I dream of returning
To your warm bosom...
.
.

My love
The spirit bow to the will of love
Thus my soul chirps to yours
You illuminate my life with a whimsical shine.
In your Golden bouquet I plant my madness,
Alluring, inflaming my eagerness.
Your flesh becomes the garden of my ecstasy
You dance with wildness in my fantasy
Instilling roses of passion and fire
Sprinkling them with the water of desire
. .

Oh my beloved,
I yearn to love you the way I imagine
So that I may turn this universe into ashes
And dust
To make all of your fantasies come true.
Your beauty illuminates my spirit,
Alluring my mind with joyous thoughts,
These detours awaken my deepest desires.
I always knew that I'd find you
And bid you welcome into my heart
I sing your Name.
Mine is the voice, but for all I sing
.
.
My love
Within me I desire
a tendency,
lusting for death.
I contemplate my sorrows...
My resentment for life...
Hating my salacious eagerness
And my saintliness
Cursing my father���¢�¯�¿�½�¯�¿�½s sin.
.
My heart is inebriated with bitterness
whilst in the soul hall
is eternal emptiness...
It rises within me
As Christ on his awful cross...
.
Suddenly
My soul becomes a bird
Singing on the breast:
I want the secret of your abrupt charm
And the interpretation of the rebellious dreams
Of these idiotic verses
Verses written for the prophets of beauty
.
I am alive...
I burnt my shrouds,
And in a woman heart I placed my memory.
.

Ah! I wish you could understand:
From your delicious life force
I candle my sleepless lamps
and burn the body starvation.
Secretive pain is fraught with farewell,
But light as the tears of shells.
.
Embrace me not of no avail...!
Will it be silent
who has in its soul,
all the sands of beaches
and the waters of all seas...?
.
.
The spirit bow to the will of love
My beloved lift up the veil from my grief
My grief that darkens the moon of my heart
Thus I behold myself writing poems for love
.

My love, everything will dissolve
In nihility
But my poem will remain forever
.
In hereafter
You will see it, my love
Between the hands of god
Pealing for Him
To forgive all my sins
All sins
.
.

therefore, my soul bow
To the will of love
Bow to the will of love
. . .!