Our vertical movements
I would be
Your reclusive word
In your own inside
I would disintegrate
Your ideas
And recompose them
For love
And yes, I would be
That inferred light from you,
Lost, somewhere, in the Orion constellation.
I would be a part of you,
As you
But everything would become
Painfully…..
By waiting that morning,
When you would be awake
For being only with me
In your mind,
By embarrassing
My absence, and your tear
Gliding on your cheek
for being again yourself…
I need to understand
Your fictitious existence
By being ‘enclosed’
Into another feeling,
Where, you and me,
We would form
Only the memory of our feelings…
The blue bird, the bird of happiness
Is flying again
On the sky,
By being absorbed in it,
As much as
I can perceive
Only the movement…
To the limit
Between visible and invisible
I hear only that sound,
Lost in itself….
Nothing is perfect around….
Perfection and equilibrium
Are all I mean..
Only The Lord
Can save
Our vertical movements…
poem by Marieta Maglas
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