AGRON SHELE

 

 

 

Greening In Your Soul

 

I know that summer has touched those lands,

the grass is turning green

and the flowers are buzzing with bees’ swarm,

but I am unable to join you,

I’m simply sending a migratory bird,

to tell you that it saw my mountains

and the springs as well,

because you, who waited with so much pain,

with your walking stick imbedded firmly,

climbed the hill of sunlight,

can no longer confess as you once did in the past.

 

I know that mornings wake up with reflections in marble,

and the drizzle of rain turns every pedestal to gray,

but deep from the soul of the earth and spirit of the body,

love brings me back and I feel such wistful longing!

 

I will come at another time, for sure,

perhaps when the snow starts falling again,

amidst that white feathery snow spread over every meadow,

that will lay a blanket all the way to the stony riverbank,

because I feel

it will once again touch your majestic breath!

 

Parallel Lines

 

We read the palm of the hand

just as Delphi’s oracle did,

two parallel lines

and intertwining that never meet,

a map of bloodlines,

all in the sharp tips of the stars,

where a light waits to reawaken

and glow,

as it means to, with a hand raised in faith.

 

Fingers glide

in chords, according to the flavor of life,

somewhere a melody turns into a ballad,

and somewhere, in a melody, a sigh is sown.

 

Signs that must be read

in old destinies and ancient beliefs.

 

There And Here

 

Perhaps spring have unfolded there

and you sincerely believe you’re alive,

but the breezes and muses of a distant season

never warmed the soul.

 

Here, it is a different tale

and even though the freezing winter has not touched us for years,

the trees hide the buds beneath their branches

and never hasten to bloom.

 

There, perhaps the eruption is gracious

and the first mimosa blooms have unfolded,

here, the wild wind, is only swaying the trunks

and never learn to rest.

 

There, is a lightening world above the clouds

that beckons me to return

here, there’s twilight and withered evenings

dissolving like shadows over us.

 

AGRON SHELE

 

AGRON SHELE: (Albania – Belgium) He was born in Albania. Is the author of the following literary works: Poetry books, Novels and Short Stories. He has published 19 books, 13 anthologies and a serial of magazines and newspapers in Albanian and many languages! He is President of the International Poetical Galaxy “Atunis” and coordinator of International Atunis Galaxy Anthology. He is winner of international literary prizes. He is published in many newspapers, national and international magazines. Currently resides in Belgium.