Your Shadow Arose from Me… It Crushed Me!

Your shadow arose from me… it crushed me!…
Even the butterfly took its flight back…All the withdrawals hit me on the ground,
And there is no more reason
For what… or to whom…

Your shadow arose from me… it crushed me!…
Inside an unopened dream I extinguished myself
Time!… stroke me abruptly!
For another one hour I could have hold you…
And the whole world to cease within that hour!…
Summers… matter no more
So far the heart is filled with bleached winters…

Your shadow arose from me!… It crushed me!…
Even though your fingers still flow through my blood
and endless nights grow inside an insane eye,
your songs wonder my reverie no more,
the hunger for the morning’s dews stopped,
just… your silences scream spacelessly…

True! Your words do not know
The verb of my flight…
Your steps forgot the crane’s chants
and my heart does not sketch your contour…

Just for you to know:
My world’s edge is beyond your cognition!…
My heartbeats leaked from your hands,
as you forgot the path to yourself!…
Through my Heart!…

(Anca Mihaela Bruma — 28th August 2015 — Strasbourg)
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