This Song of Me…
Whispers
of my long forgotten song
arise
in syllables, break into oblivions,
birds
started singing from my ascetic hair,
my
footstep lost its own penumbra…
I
have reached
so
many shores…
Just
by thinking of you…
A
drop of spring sings insides my mind!
Let
me be impaired again of this azure,
curve
the words and collide
your
infinitudes with my existence,
no
more to crave for my own ankles!
I
gathered all your hours…
I
gathered all your alabaster times…
Even
my light has dug shelters under your eyelids…
My
longingness smoothly flows behind your ear.
If
you could just… be…
If
I could just not… flee…
My
temple hits your horizon,
naked
grass whispers your heart beats
as
time stopped its breath in rainbows,
inside
you, late stars found its own retreat,
my
knees grind no more of so much waiting…
Of
so much light, it hurts the sky inside me!
This…
twilight… does not belong to me!
Your
distance is nearer to me, I know
and
night between us is burning most lively
mastering
all facets of this gained reality…
Your
frosts bedazzle and also fire me up,
crushing
my colloquy into five words.
Just
your silence confided your yearning
while
my face turned over a new leaf…
Pathos
has wept over your left lip!
We
embraced each other in a rhythm beat,
deciphering our own equanimities ,
so
lofty wings can find their flights back
and
your lips will not be made of wind…
How
can I heal the other side of the world
with
this insane song of ME?!?
It
hurts
this
sky inside me!
It
hurts
this
nearer distance of yours!
I
do not know the antidote of my burning wings
nor
the remedy of my anthem long forgotten.
Don’t
come to me and say
You
lost that song of ME!
Too
much red in such a grey world
and
I forgot to be reborn
thousands
times more!..
Home With Nest In Hair -- Tilly Strauss
