luni, 15 iunie 2015

An Ode to Woe

Long ivory fingers you leaned upon me, You, mother of the wailing waves.
You kissed the Universe; You turned the stars into Your slaves.
You sang a symphony of ravaged souls; Your whisper, their eternal graves.
The midnight sun has kneeled in front of You, as your immortal beauty
Within a glimpse has darkened the entire Skye.

vineri, 3 aprilie 2015

Would you min(e)d

Would you mind if I suddenly snatch
all the memories I've grown
in your heart?

Would you mind
if I set free all the feelings
that you encaged throughout these years
without having a clue how much they missed me?

Because, eventually...
I dind't mind at all
As long as
I didn't