Meriem The Mystical Cat

Meriem the Mystical Cat

She tastes like the wine

Blessed by the moonlight

And her melancholic mind

Intoxicated the divine

God felt by she and me

In an instant we could see

That our loneliness is rich

By the glamor of the stars

And the inner scars

Are but a revival of the past

Tormenting and unrelenting

There will be time

There will be time

To taste the sweetness of being nothing

Before the taking of a noir coffee facing the sea

She built an ocean in the middle of her room

Its windows are rivers flowing from her eyes

Stars reflecting the sacred geometry of her skin

Shining black dove-wings and mesmerizing

She harnessed the Azur sky

In the palm of her most divine hand

She measured her words and inspired

A bohemian rascal noir novelist

A moonlit chrysanthemum-like flower

With poisonous glamourous petals

Vaudevillian late night transcending

A mystical daughter of the ville

Arise O words in your strength

The musette is yours to inherit

Until the Egyptian Gods witness at length

That Hathor is the daughter of Algiers

After the taking of a trip facing the skies

To taste the graal of being everything

There was a time

There was a time

Splendidly inspiring

A reincarnation of the past

And the outer stars

Healed the sameness of the sane

Our loneliness is divine

In an instant we have felt

God within thee and me

And the platonic mind

Is waiting for the sunlit

We tasted the poetic wine

Of Meriem the mystical Cat