Rhythms of Your Laughter
Wait… wait, O little bird of light and sea,
O mermaid of place and time,
O surreal essence of being—
Pour upon me the balm of life,
fresh hymns scented with jasmine,
the rhythms of your laughter
and your radiant soul,
the eternal, magical tones of your voice,
refreshing as morning dew.
Paint me a golden lantern
beneath autumn’s rain,
in the flutter of your eyelash shadows,
and pour over me a waterfall
of dreams, longing, and revelations—
Flowing endlessly,
like celestial honey,
and let me flutter around you
like a Dutch butterfly,
carrying within its wings
the scent of warm cities and melodies’ rivers.
Inscribe me as a proud emblem
on the gate of your city,
recognized by all,
haunted by your tones
and the fragrance of your mellow voice,
enchanted by your smiles—
like a flock of wild pigeons
fluttering
across rainbows’ orbits and shimmering light.
