It was already late
when the clouds began to burn
and a wild wind destroyed the flowers.
The blue of the sky fell over me
and your face was all my heart
could see.
It was so late when my trembling
hands searched for the past and
found you eating sugar beneath
my skin.
It was so late.
Your complicated beautiful eyes
still gaze at me, eating my doubts,
piercing my night, blessing my poems
as I sit here and cry for my precious memories.
Your indefinite words still render me eternity.
I am lost without you. I am drowning in waters of awe
and passion.
Love is a maze of lilies where I forgot myself
when I knew all the questions.
You were my answer. You were my shield.
You were…You were…
With faith, with madness, I stepped outside,
I reached my arms toward you, I dreamt.
Now I try to observe unobservable mysteries
as I lay dying every single day, thinking of promises
and secrets, sewing my pieces in this momentary
quest for the future.
What is happiness?
I guess it slipped through my fingers.
Maybe I was happy. Was I? WAS I?
I DON’T KNOW.
I only feel this pain: real and intense,
natural and illogical when I read your words,
when I am blind, when I see your photos,
when I hate myself more.
The silky door is closed.
Something in me is a silent lake and you know my depths
and dangers as you cross your fields of sorrow, thinking
of me and tomorrow, lying to the stars, falling in your caustic
abyss of solitude and despair, missing my beauty and the flowers
I used to put in your hair.
And now it is too late. I can’t save our arms or the roses from the thorns.
The wounds are forever, the journey is over. We still bleed.
Karla Bardanza
"abyss of solitude and despair, missing my beauty and the flowers
ReplyDeleteI used to put in your hair.
And now it is too late. I can’t save our arms or the roses from the thorns.
The wounds are forever, the journey is over. We still bleed...."
I understand Karla... Peace