Lotus
He gave a flower in the mirror lake.
The lotus yearns for the sun in the days.
Searching from the sky for a map of your
Stars gazing into the cosmos of sparks.
For days I eat a loaf, a paltry gesture.
To give life a morsel of this nourishment.
Is it not hunger, though it yearns?
To pluck this flower, a shadow of a voice.
The full moon of selenite in the hand.
Silver waters in the depths.
I write words in the moonlight.
The sun's zenith, with magic, into dimension.
And that storm when it falls.
Paradise where Lotus will sit to sleep.
A lightning bolt will give that glow.
A flower floats in the blue background.
From now on, I'll swim into the depths of the lake.
Following the woman, a wave from the pier.
Style, perhaps breakneck.
Beauty! It's worth washing your eyes.
After a long time, crawl or breaststroke.
Chasing a dandelion shoot along the shore.
What is the wind like, a beach towel?
Dandelion green on the sun of rainbows.
Full moon from selenite in your hand.
The silver of water falls in you.
I write words in the moonlight.
The sun's zenith, magically, into dimension.
And when the storm hits...
A paradise where the lotus will lie down to sleep.
One more thunderbolt will give that glow.
A flower floats in the blue background.
Stanisław Kowalski
