Not a Star

Neither a star,
nor a prophet's inspiration,
nor a face praying to the moon, is Mihyar.

Here he comes
like a pagan spear,
invading the land of letters,
and raising to the sun
his bleeding.

Here he is,
wearing the nakedness of stone
and praying to the caves.

Here he is,
cuddling the light Earth.

Songs of Mihyar the Damamscene

Last updated June 30, 2011