ARTHUR TURFA

ARTHUR TURFA

WHILE GAZING AT THE WATER

While gazing at the water

absorbed in my own thoughts,

a voice calls my name, clear

and lovely as a thousand chimes

each caressed by a gentle breeze,

a whisper reaching a crescendo.

My eyes turn to the green field’s

edge, where begins the grove,

Her smile like sunlight, she

calls again. Her eyes dancing

and shining upon my approach.

Everything once lost restored,

every care converted into joy.

In our embrace every moment

past, every moment to come

melts into an unending now.

Arthur Turfa, © 2016

REALIZATION

Quiet settles the horizon round,

blanketing forest and field, granting

some time for reflection.

Now is the quest almost concluded,

Strange places have now become homeland.

Not all who sought remain.

In a flash realizing all along

I was not seeking every side

Of many-sided Grail.

Arthur Turfa, ©2016

THE FIELD IN EVENING

Shadows from surrounding trees

blend with descending darkness;

the gentle field awaits dawn.

When I pass at eventide,

there remains a lingering

image of Muses dancing

to melodies heard by them

alone. Movements transporting

beauty and bliss to my eyes

as their sweet circle rotates.

Arthur Turfa, copyright 2016

REVERIE

From close by I behold them:

Deftly turning above the surface,

Gliding in and out of it,

A blur of bluish-purple.

Blending with the sky.

Honey-hued skin beaded with water

Catching the afternoon sun

Glowing with transient diamonds

In beauteous evaporating evanescence

The naiads take their leave.

©

ARTHUR TURFA,

 2014