A Vision: Dedicated to Syria and the birth to be

The Universe revealed

The Universe revealed

I went to bed, my soul fraught

With Images of horror drowned

 The blood of the innocents

Cried to me and cried again

My tears streaming again and again

Then In the darkness of the night

I saw my dream:

The seas rose and fell tearing at the world

Lashing tongues of doom churning and frothing

Wailing

All around me the skylines collapsed,

In heaps of broken trees and smashed ruins

 As if the world was unmade and returned to the void.

A boat appeared

Hands helped me onto the flimsy hold.

Near a cottage it landed,

The tumult of the sea,

Marking a shattering and a sundering

Affecting a trembling in my being.

I entered

I saw a shelf

I gravitated to it.

I saw resting humbly against its grime    

A rounded circular thing,

Faintly pulsing the colour of a rosy rose.

I held it in my hand and walked.

Two people rushed at me.

Throw it throw it away

It is insignificant, they shouted

Trying to wrench it away

And throw it.

I clasped it to my heart and hugged it.

Then there was light, then there was more light

Even much more light,

As the gates of time and space fell away:

What rainbows at the fountainhead of rainbows did I see?

What luminous emanations, what astral clouds

Gleaming tossing showers of stars

What songs and cascading notes of cosmic rumblings

O what, what nebulas in the making 

And meteors shooting,

 Crossing the wildernesses of the cosmic eternities.

There and there I stood and watched the birth of galaxies

The Milky Way trailing countless constellations,

The universe revealed in all its awesome majesty

In an effusion of young stars and circling planets

I woke up.

What was shattered will be made whole again

The pangs of death are but the pangs of birth

The anomalies of horror 

Will be resolved in the birth of the stars

In life redeemed in the Big Bang of freedom.

Alisar Iram December 2012

©Alisar Iram

 

About alisariram

I am an artist, a writer and a researcher. I know Arabic and English . I am interested in music and art of every description. I like to describe myself as the embodiment of a harmonious marriage between two cultures which I value and treasure.
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