A bloodless rose

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her. I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her.
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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A bloodless rose

Let me forget the days with silent sunsets,
with violins that howl, sore and burning,
while on top of the emerald globe the gods
surrender to the infinity of a triumphant passion.

Let me forget that the wind has your voice,
your bitterness, your arctic glow,
in a universe of malignant apples and artificial legends,
where love is a primeval style of calligraphy.

Let me be free of the twilight with raw ashes,
of dreams burning under the breath of lonely dragons,
let me believe in the power of talismans,
so I can find a way to bring a dead rose back to life.

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“Dead rose” by Blaga Todorova

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Please

Please

The scream inside of me leads me to insanity,
the sound of it somewhat withdrawn and so unreal blurs it all.

The voice out loud I tried to reach you with, but never did.
The words so clearly said, not with letters but with sigh,
I beg you, please don’t send them back to me,
I have no space in my soul to fit them in.

The ocean that’s ahead of me so deep, so unsurpassed,
the mountain that’s in front of you an obstacle so high,
I ask you please don’t make me swim, don’t make me climb,
I have no strength, no breath or desire left for this.

I speak. No. I whisper, with my lips sealed with your last kiss.
I want to say. No. I won’t. My hope will fly to tell you,
that time difference has captured me in prison
and my nights fractured into two, have no end and no start either.

And when the sun goes down here, please,
please wake up and come to me.

 

"Please" by Phoenix--x

"Please" by Phoenix--x

 

© 2010  Broken Sparkles