A Mime - hafiz A mime stands upon a gallows For a crime he did not do. When given a last chance to speak, He remains true to his art. A crowd of hundreds has gathered To see his last performance, Knowing he will not talk. The mime takes from the sky The circles of bright spheres, Lays them on a table, Expressing deep love For the companionship and guidance They have given him for so many years. He brings the seas before our eyes, Somehow a golden fin appears, splashes. Look, dear ones, there is turquoise rain. He removes his heart from his body and seems to Arouse all life on this splendid earth With such a sacred tenderness, There for an extraordinary moment It looked like someone was giving birth To the Christ again. He mounts his soul upon the body of Freedom. The great Breeze comes by. The sun and moon join hands, They bow so gracefully That for a moment, for a moment Everyone knows that God is real, So the tongue fell out Of the mouth of this world For days.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 17:50:46 +0000