segunda-feira, 1 de janeiro de 2018

(POEMA) A Short Mission of Beauty

Aleah
From somewhere distant
comes a voice from without
delivering a message
into my soul, a whisper.

Clad in words and sounds
something different she speaks
and no one acquaints
but directly by soul.

A breath, a phantom of voice,
a ripple of memories from anywhere
moans down here and there
-- a spark who awakens and toils

disturbing men, demons and gods,
lifting them by only mots
which sink bright into the earth
to disperse chaos and dark.

Eternity comes true
and life turns a dream;
death, only a mean
for this goddess Beauty.

Yes I can breath
thee entirely;
while thou speakest to me
I merge, Aleah.

From night skies thou fallest down here,
sparkling stars from ether
the smoothing cold God's face,
to us affordest a painful Starbridge
(to walk, to think, to love and die through).

Creation for god is an instant
as for it into itself is his message,
everything in a trance we grasp,
in our heart everything is intimate.

So thou came to shine
and stayed for short,
put the world in lost
and departed to Light.

Up is down and down is up,
left is right and right is left,
death is life and life is death,
in this way all is sure:
by thy side I will be fine,
by thy side god ever shines.[01/01/2018]

Em memória de Aleah Liane Stanbridge (Starbridge). Não a conheci, mas sua voz, seu rosto e seus poemas, gravados em músicas, além de serem de uma beleza incomum são de alguma forma muito familiares e misteriosos, e de alguma forma profetizam seu estranho destino. Veio e foi-se jovem, feito uma centelha que desceu apenas para estalar uma mensagem e recolher-se à sua morada original. Nem todos descem sem missão.