by Anca Mihaela Bruma
My Wings Have Not Widen For A Trivial Love…
My wings have not widen for a trivial Love,
You!... just have filled your emptiness…
My light reveals your soul’s wrinkles,
singing this song, I do not know anymore…
You took my anthem!...
An hour of absolution I try to find,
your existence to be shaken from my being,
your caress to be erased from my skin
and forget the reasons of your own oblivion.
The moment got stoned inside the adversity,
too early became too late!...
Not even my insane flight is aerial enough,
and I got tired of being afraid
of the shifting shadow of the Present.
That you were here,
but you chose not to become!...
Your departures still whistle in my tympanum,
no more icons inside this Love sanctuary…
You are aching inside my open wound!
Remembrances about you became like footnotes
and the punctuation replaced all my words!
The light’s rustle chant your presence no more!...
I am still here… humming my melody… telling you
my wings have not widen for a trivial Love!...
(Anca Mihaela Bruma - 23rd August 2015 - Strasbourg)
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Dedicated to Bahman Aslanli
Last updated September 30, 2015