Behold that wonder in its rising path <br />Behold it levitating from the strath <br />Whisp’ring to me, I answer Beauty’s call, <br />I hurry to the roof… I start to scrawl <br />A pastoral to one celestial Dame; <br />Though words unfitting, and my language lame <br /> <br />For here again, this enigmatic sight, <br />Those fluffy clouds of magic milky white <br />The witching pallor of this witching view, <br />The friendly chill, the air, this bonny hue <br />Are fine a theme to what I now indite; <br />A poem to express a diff’rent plight… <br /> <br />Anon the drifting mist condenses more, <br />The drizzle much persistent than before <br />I rush for shelter ‘neath that covered nook, <br />My fancies also rush into my book: <br />A letter from my devastated core <br />To Her alone whom truly I adore. <br /> <br />I stare… the haze now draws a thicker veil <br />Concealing from my eyes the mighty Dale. <br />Swathing the hamlet in its mystery <br />My soul is rapt in full felicity. <br />The drizzle’s now a rain, the breeze a gale <br />And lo! My screed turns out to be a tale. <br /> <br />But hours of glee live not a longer time <br />When Verity commits her furtive crime, <br />The curtain falls upon the final scene, <br />And throws me in the lap of dull routine <br />For all is lost… all joys die in their prime <br />And naught remains… but memories and rhyme! <br /> <br /> <br />Blaouza <br />July 30th 1988<br /><br />Samer Madbak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-036-flash-of-joy/
