At Your Door, The Night Closed Itself…

At Your Door, The Night Closed Itself…

At your door, the night closed itself…
In this town, no story remained anymore,
In my words, no chattering disbeliefs…
My wing and your step don’t see the same flight
Yet… I left my hands as a seal on your forehead

At your door, the night closed itself…
You froze suspended as prolongation of me,
when you crumble, you fall over my precipice
but I cannot catch my soul from your wings,
and the thoughts run barefoot on the words’ edge.

At your door, the night closed itself…
Just listening to the late blossom,
and smell sunrises of your departures,
ceasing to gather each of your drop,
now, your eyes’ blade does not hurt… anymore…

At your door, the night closed itself…
I am crawling inside the corner’s words.
You are disheveled from my breathing,
my eyelids do not cradle your being
as I washed away your dusty lost traces.

At your door, the night closed itself…
That night which grew stems on my body
Not to depart, I stopped inventing caresses,
my knees are risen by other wind archways
and the sunrise’s root buried my teardrops.

Even you closed your night at this door
Still, the Love can sing in rainbows over me!...

(Anca Mihaela Bruma - 31st August 2015 - Strasbourg)

Copyright (c) 2015 by Anca Mihaela Bruma, All Rights Reserved, except the right to forward and to share with friends - with credit - which is held to be a good idea and is thus encouraged.

Dedicated to Bahman Aslanli


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The author Anca Mihaela Bruma labels her own writings as being "sensually mystique" or "mystically sensual", a tool and path for women to claim their own inner feminine powers., Through her writings she overpass what seems to be the limitations of the human but emphasizing the essence of the woman, of the Goddess. The main theme, Love, is basically presented as a transformative experience in life, the energysing force in the universe and empowering the creative feminine., When she writes she sees it like a painting in front of her eyes, using lots of symbolism and allegory in order to apprehend the infinite intelligence, catching the reflections of truth with a strong mystic sense of infinity, of the boundless, of the opening out of the world of our normal finite expressions into the transcendental. Like an "architect" of a language she "builds" a language within a language, a universe within another universe, using vivid imagery, sometimes surreal, giving to her poetry a transcending feeling., Her writings are more kind of a spiritual autobiography, depicting a reality behind all forms, with no space and time, a quantum view of existence. Right now, she sees the writings as a form of being present inside the language, a paradigm of living which is encoded in the message itself, like a poetic consciousness with a spherical view of things, life, and love. It is more related with the realization of the greater self, beyond the mundane and well known laws of the society, as an expression of both the rational and the intuitive, in a concise form of poetry, increasing the awareness with new meanings expanded.

Last updated September 30, 2015