Leo Viridis Şiiri - Alimert Demirel

I could sleep for a thousand years
under these constellations
alike a mist of diamonds on dark velvet
ardent like silvery flames
and in my restless dreams I see
myself gazing at the brightest star afar
here the one white candle burns an hour
left knee to where dead cower
right step I place atop the white petal flower
I call them with the oration
cut from the hazel tree at dawn
auspicious days await us drawn
calamus and cinnamon censes the green lion
basking under the thousand points of light
and i awaken, with the laughter
of the birds
they taunt my dream