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Nothing more than a thin line of memories And still it is hard to simply pass And do not ask; How all happenings touch and shape The unmeasured part of her heart. The overwhelming terrifying silence Of the dance of shadows; Load her heart with its infinite dark space; Befriended with depth of her loneliness. She wrote her hearts deepest desire In emptiness between amorously words; After many screams Bleeding roses Dark seas, Her heart grew tired Of living so deep In never ending feelings, Her heart is caged In vastness of love, trembling In facing an image of a lost love. What happened to justice?! She fell from the stars, Over the soft petals of love Awaken like a butterfly, Caged in destiny of the flames To burn, to end of smoke. Silence made a nest of her heart; The first whispers of desires Blended her breath With colors of wilderness With dreams of embracing her king again; It was a long time ago, in another land She was seduced by his charms. The transparent infinity of love Paralyzing her to move away From that haunted memory Sometimes, past claims everything. When shadow falls And dark repeats unresolved feelings, The sound of pain grows loud, Like crying birds just before the storm. It is the hour When love Takes the fragile nightingale Into the deep forests To encounter the shadow of her song. As the light breaks through All- seeing, fear, loneliness, anger, shame, lonesome grays End in sheer twilight. Life unfolds chapter by chapter, Enduring dark solitary Is a blessing to a longing heart; To encounter the unknown and unmeasured parts of soul; Perhaps that is the justice she seeks all of her life; To know and feel the passion of her tiny existence In the cosmos of feelings, thoughts and fading in silence Of her inner world. In daylight, eyes see easily, Yet on the threshold of darkness; The mystery inside each soul could be heard, The strange, powerful penetrating light Whispers Into the scent of soil, From haunted memories of lost loves Into wind, stone, sky and sea. Once, she loved a man So madly, so deeply unconditional Her heart bleed under naked teeth of longing Sank under weight of her feelings Day after day Until progress began. A newborn child A bit more trusting Every day; Into nameless truth Into soundless justice; Into unmeasured power of love; Like a bird leaving the nest, Like a small lily reaching to air. Sometimes past claims everything; And sometimes not. She felt the storm Lay flat beneath the happenings Surrendered to changes Until all emotions disappeared from her; Until she remembered; Her essence has made of water She tastes like a red wine She could swims through all things She is threshold of darkness Where light and shadow meets The dance of shadows Is the meaning, the burning desire it is her soul; carved and shaped By making love. In time, Love polishes her skin, matures her wine, Teaches her how to move in stillness In time every queen will be united with her true king within and without...
Posted on: Mon, 19 Aug 2013 09:11:51 +0000

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