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Poetry / ALONG THE PATH…

« : 19 Aprilie, 2005, 09:55:17 a.m. »

ALONG THE PATH…
          by Sorana Lucia Salomeia
   
Every hour that passes is a paradise that has been lost.
The past is dead, though it still remains an irreversible chain of vivid paintings.
The past is just a memory in the present, a scar or maybe a star that keeps reminding us of what there was once.

Do not try to go back into the past.
It has no aurora and is not your reason to live.

So head towards the unknown future and turn your heart into the key that will unlock the treasure chest that is waiting to be discovered and explored somewhere, along your path.

If you want to find your true way on the sea of this tormented life, sorrounded from all parts and corners by mysterious smog, open your heart completely, not to the others, but to your own self and let your inner voice get to your ears and be your guiding light.

The song of mermaids will try to lure you and pull you down and make the ship of your life sink.

Be deaf to their seducing voices!
Follow your way and don’t look into the depths for answers; search in the stars and find your aim.

Never lead astray, not even for a moment, and never search for visions in places where you have already been.

Don not cry over the torn sails of you ship and keep sailing towards the unknown – discover its secrets .
No matter how many hurricanes will try to disappoint you, always look ahead with dignity and be yourself –
YOU are the future!

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Poetry / EVANESCENCE

« : 19 Aprilie, 2005, 09:52:53 a.m. »

EVANESCENCE
         by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

And now here I am, at the crossroads –
An absurd dead end.

Silence is breathing right to my side,
Lying down heavily,
Panting as after a long, tiresome ride.

Here is the edge of the day,
The margin of the abyss –
One step,
Just one step forward…
Will I wake up?

Silence, please stay
And help me unfold the gloomy chimeras
Who so innocently have been playing
With the branches of light
That so many times have bent over us,
Letting us pick their fruit.

Starving for a new beginning,
Dying inside to find
The beginning of the end,
I search for you.

Where? Now I have no idea.
Fretting through chaos,
Losing the conscience of time,
I am here and nowhere,
Dead and alive at the same time,
I wander like an immortal soul
Through your mortal and limited time.

The night is dying inside me,
As space writhes in between too many borders;
The path is too narrow –
And the evanescence is drawing near…

Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania

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Poetry / AN ANGEL’S ELEGY

« : 19 Aprilie, 2005, 09:50:00 a.m. »

AN ANGEL’S ELEGY
       by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

The moon is dancing on rivers of vanilla,
Enwrapping its diaphanous lyrical being
With smooth transparent ghastly veils
Above the sacred springs of a long – forgotten dawn.

Defying its cruel ominous death,
It crumbles with tender echoes
Over an obscure menacing cave
Wherein an imprisoned angel
Is burning.

Reverberating itself in twin mirrors
Of twilight shades,
A murdered angel’s soul
Is hiding itself
Inside the wicked petal labyrinth
Of a snowy rose.

Feeble as a thread rotten silk,
A restless specter sentenced to life
Embroiders a mystique elegy
On the blue curtains of moonlight,
Stifling the night
With cold fragrances of remembrance and remorse,
Thrilling your every single sense,
Haunting your nightmarish existence –
You – the murderer itself
Who got trapped in a self – indulging reverie
And who betrayed an angel’s elegy
Abandoning it into a field of poisonous thorns.


Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania

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Poetry / ANOTHER PROPHECY

« : 19 Aprilie, 2005, 09:46:21 a.m. »

ANOTHER PROPHECY
         by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

Is it your curse
That the mighty, eagle-feathered conquerors
Should break their wings
On their centenary voyages towards you?

What back-stabbing wicked prophecy
Has engaged the most hideous demons
To stay in guard, aligned inside your murdered body?

What broken menacing dream
Has now become your merciless tomb?

The moment’s insanity
Is the nourishment you sip with incomprehensible thirst…

The abyss of sweet despair
Is your breathtaking, luring panorama,
The air you breathe…

Collapsed in inexistence,
You are hanging loose,
Watching the hypnotized sky
Surrender to your obsolete desires,
Carrying your prophecy on its oceanic mane.


Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania

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Poetry / COSMIC PASSING

« : 19 Aprilie, 2005, 09:41:44 a.m. »

COSMIC PASSING
      by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

When the dream of eternity
Becomes the embodiment of a stream of loneliness,
When the vision of endlessness dies out
Into the perfect mirrors of your eyes,
When the night, deep and melancholic,
Stretches its countless arms towards you,
When the ocean’s spirit awakes and rises
In total mystery
From the hallucinating waves,
Hypnotizing you, defeating your shields made of illusions,
Embracing you with the wonder of the corals,
When the aqua moon cries out towards you
But your numb senses are too weak to feel or hear it,
When mortality swallows you inside its devastated grotto
And you become one and the same with it,
When the wells of life refuse your pails
And when our dear angels have turned their backs to you,
That is when you cease to exist
And your eternal passing begins,
Walking through the garden of the forever dying flowers
That continuously lose their dry petals
Which start murmuring with every move they make
On the wings of the wind:
“Your cosmic death is here…”

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Poetry / ASCENSION INTO METAMORPHOSIS

« : 19 Aprilie, 2005, 09:38:37 a.m. »

ASCENSION INTO METAMORPHOSIS
                        by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

And so you are here,
Once again you have kept the pace
With the merciless challenge of time… -
You desire no dimension!

Murdering the mornings
Sipping
The boundaries of slumber
With uncontrollable thirst,
Infuriating the rabid tempests,
You come descending on curtains of snow –
Light blue snow…

And when the rain comes down in droves,
Breaking this cold window to pieces,
Then you will be there
Still –
Silent and motionless,
The ghost itself
That never ceases to dominate
The madness within this uneven dream,
The metamorphosis of this very thought
That is now
Lingering,
Coyly and weakly,
In the doorway of fatality
After having drained the oceans
Of this dying prayer’s echo.


Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania