At times I heard the songs of the giants
who opted to sing for a glass of wine!

Like Omar Khayyam would sing to the grove of vine,
while singing their lullabies they wouldn’t mind,
defying the bloomer stars in the moonlights
gladly treading on the black alleys of the night.
Didn't they budge, didn't they bend to pick up  
a potion of the sea, billowing in the dark?
But they opted out, just for a glass of wine!

To paint a glimpse of that gorgeous Saqi
till now they shun, lending the sun a paintbrush,
‘cause "if only it was colourful enough,” yet the sun
paints the enduring shades of the blue yonder.
But they turned around—just for a glass of wine!

The moon hanging low over the ocean took a pause.
The earth weighed down so deep is brimful!
Every sunrise paints new, loves to shine on once more
That delved-deep earth vintage taste, cooled in age-old,  
now close by the hands breathe in, full of warm south.
Yet they opted out—just for a glass of wine!

Even the time is speechless, ask me not but why.
Still keeps an ear bent on the wall of the leaning sky.  
Nor those who pop out with an inside scoop are ever drunk.
Nor they leak out, it’s a sea off the sea or Abe-Hayath.
It ain’t that small, it is the deathless spring of elixir!

Moonlights Horse Tamela

Silent is in the cold chilly air,
While Moonlight takes her ride
Upon her favorite horse,
she calls ‘’ Tamela,’’ which means
like to control everyone within
its own influence,

she riding and galloping around the castle
looking at the beauty of the land,
this beauty had no words, so breath taking,
but as soon as Moonlight seen Dark Angel
walking her way, she got choked up,
while the heavy winds raged,

ash of rose dust blow into the air,
Oh, Dark Angel never plays fare,
Envy eyes is he, who looks at me,
Always around me every day,
Drops of rain started coming down,

I must always remember everything,
Keep track of his anger, each bladed grass
Has a cut of stain of blood,
Of another soul that has been taken down,
Dark Angel, called out saying it’s time to come in.
Let the slave walk ‘’Tamela,’’ back to the stable,
come in out of the rain,

He takes Moonlights hand to help her get off
Her favorite horse, then she and Dark Angel
Walked very fast back to the castle,
While Brutus was at the door,
reaching for Moonlights shawl.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1986