The Smell Of Fragrant Tobacco Took Me To Cloud Nr.11
I like the smell of cigar, of tobacco — even though I don’t smoke.
I am at the coffee shop. Same place, better inspiration I hope.
A gentleman on my right side is smoking a cigar. It’s perfumed. I am trying to figure out the smell… I can’t. It doesn’t matter. I like it. The perfumed smoke takes me back to the Garden of Roses, where I belong. Oh, dearest Muse, I beg of you… have a drop of inspiration come through. A tiny drop:
The Universe Full Of Stars
Suddenly… the Universe was full of stars.
By day! And by night.
Stars followed her everywhere…
T-shirts popped up on the streets,
Reading signs of synchronicities,
One read MR. 11 - a firefly.
Is it the Light, fluorescent light running through my veins?
This is who I am!
The fluorescent light spread
To your inner eye,
To you, I hold
Meanwhile, a flying insect landed on my bosom —
It’s still lying by my side,
On the floor…
I am seeing you,
Through the open door
Any minute now.
Any second no more.
I wonder and wonder.
No, I don’t. I accept.
I receive everything, everything,
the door brings…
I feel like dancing el flamenco,
Lucas, donde estas,
en que ola de sentimento te metiste?
On which wave of feeling are you
dancing, Lucas, dear flamenco coach?
I am in this very moment — in
When will the New Universe Let Me in?
Counting every star,
Wishing upon Lady Moon,
Writing at the coffee shop
leads the groove,
Flying comet, shooting star,
Within — afar.
A star, a star, a star!
The gentleman is smoking his cigar, still.
I shall keep some fume of fragrance, for another story, right over here, amidst the petals of the Damascene Rse.
Until next time, stay loved, stay fragrant...