I Know!… Your Wings Still Grow Inside My Chest!…

Artwork by Dorina Costras

I Know!… You are not suspended
between Light and Word anymore…
…just my hands smell of Love…
of so much longing, it’s getting late!
Your naked wings still beat
inside my chest…

I Know!… Your silent step rends me…
just the rain still sings inside your looking,
from the world’s inception nothing withstood…
only me… shaking my fears off.

Bruised trees ceased being consternated
and a howl bloomed… growing thinner
our own distances… reminding you
how you lost your arrival….

Between us… now… just a mute thought,
and even that is a short one!…

I know!… You cannot fly half winged…
Love is not justified by commodities
and emotions replaced by old marionettes.

Our piece of Life story is tailored
and painted in golden leaves and sighs
so my ever changing seasons will not bleed
under your departure heel.

I know!… An echoless lightning
describes your lost rhythms…and
my blue seconds will cease to sieve
my own passion!…

I know!… You are not suspended
between Light and Word anymore
but….. your naked wings
still grow inside my chest!…

(Anca M. Bruma — 1st July 2015 — Dubai)

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