I WONDER....
I wonder... what may happen if the edelweiss grows from the
vortex of your own rib...
I wonder how is to listen to the perennial grass, glorifying
your fragrance of blue currant...
I wonder how is to be grasped by your laurel's leaf spell ….
which sings for you lunar hymns...
I wonder how is to face your sight... which writes psalms...
forgotten by gods and fairies...
I wonder how is to rebirth yourself from the fiords of your heart...
at time... when the horologe has retired.... with its head toward the sea...
I wonder how is to grow kisses on your face embalmed of so many
quests.... without alleviation...
I wonder why the albatross passed its wing... and forgot... to
count the second...
I wonder why the Time floated its trail on your alabaster
face.... with nights... to which I hardly can arrive anymore...
I wonder why the dream did not give trust to your
desire.... wings to another
consideration...
I wonder how is when the verb cries into your ear... arpeggios
and sentences... desireful... cast aside the
world's crossroads...
I wonder how is to erect altars in the penumbra of your
intervals... and to smell the summer... how it flows in the hourglass of a
butterfly, beating its eyelashes... in the light of the grass...
I wonder how is to dream a high dove dream... as an echo within
a dew drop... loosing the sights of the green winters...
I wonder how I can touch the sky with your deep breath... the
cranes still fly within my soul... chanting your Being...
I wonder how I can stop the twilight... with closed eyes... to
see you in the heart beats... just for you to know: another Star was born!!!
I wonder how is to struggle within an amethyst tear... where...
God left another open window... at the beginning of Immortality...
I wonder... how is to breath the night with the final cry and...
to burn silently the Time from the ashes... there.... where the snow... forgot
your remembrance on your ankle....
I wonder... and I kept on wondering...
[ANCA MIHAELA BRUMA]
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