20.04.2010, 13:56
Revised version #3
Pele’s breath
Dedicated to Tanja & Brendan
The goddess’ breath is swaying gently up
and down all of our most audacious dreams,
her chant amidst azure and white, it seems,
belongs to us. With heat she fills the cup
we found this morning on our endless beach,
a stranded, single conch, in color red,
as strange, as fragile, from the ocean spread,
her sister’s precious gift within our reach
at any moment, drinking to the full
each other’s life - and kiss by kiss we sink
already deeper into minds we link
together, burning maelstroms, curls that pull
us to the bottom of our souls, she dips
in with her staff - and aeons touch our lips...
© Friedrich
Pele (D), Pele (E)
Arthur Johnson's famous oil painting of Pele (at the Kilauea Visitors’ Center)
and some other paintings of the fire goddess from Herb Kawainui Kane
Original
Pele's breath
The goddess’ breath is swaying gently up
and down lots of our most audacious dreams,
her chant amidst azure and white, it seems,
belong to us. With heat she fills the cup
we’ve found this morn here on our endless beach,
a stranded, single conch, in color red,
bizarre as fragile, from the ocean spread,
her sister’s unique gift for that we reach
just in this moment drinking to the full
each other’s life - and kiss by kiss we sink
already deep and deeper with her wink,
deep into burning maelstroms, curls that pull
us to her bottom of our soul, she dips
in with her stick - and aeons touch our lips ...
© Friedrich
Pele’s breath
Dedicated to Tanja & Brendan
The goddess’ breath is swaying gently up
and down all of our most audacious dreams,
her chant amidst azure and white, it seems,
belongs to us. With heat she fills the cup
we found this morning on our endless beach,
a stranded, single conch, in color red,
as strange, as fragile, from the ocean spread,
her sister’s precious gift within our reach
at any moment, drinking to the full
each other’s life - and kiss by kiss we sink
already deeper into minds we link
together, burning maelstroms, curls that pull
us to the bottom of our souls, she dips
in with her staff - and aeons touch our lips...
© Friedrich
Pele (D), Pele (E)
Arthur Johnson's famous oil painting of Pele (at the Kilauea Visitors’ Center)
and some other paintings of the fire goddess from Herb Kawainui Kane
Original
Pele's breath
The goddess’ breath is swaying gently up
and down lots of our most audacious dreams,
her chant amidst azure and white, it seems,
belong to us. With heat she fills the cup
we’ve found this morn here on our endless beach,
a stranded, single conch, in color red,
bizarre as fragile, from the ocean spread,
her sister’s unique gift for that we reach
just in this moment drinking to the full
each other’s life - and kiss by kiss we sink
already deep and deeper with her wink,
deep into burning maelstroms, curls that pull
us to her bottom of our soul, she dips
in with her stick - and aeons touch our lips ...
© Friedrich
Wonach immer du im Leben suchst - du findest es in dir.
Melos Merulae - Friedrich
Melos Merulae - Friedrich