THERE MUST BE A SECRET BURIED IN MY HEART



When you drew a star on the palm of my hand,
I felt your fingers hurting my soul.
There was a tender silence enveloping
My uninhabited eyes.

When you tattooed the moon on
My breast, I felt your warmth burning
My most profound skin.
There was an uncommon light
In that lost room.

Perfection can't be expressed in words.
The dream is always so distant.
Peace is the melody lingering on
When we can't listen to what remains
From our voiceless hearts.

There must be a secret buried
In my heart: a cold sun weeping,
Delicate flowers in bloom, fallen leaves
Crowning my feet, a lake full of magic,
A country where I left my soul sighing.

The snow still covers half of my yesterday.
Pain is white. Pain breaks right through
My skin as transparent bridges separate
Your heart from my airless days.
My garden is no longer shadowed
By poems written when life was my answer.
I don't know when I started to die.
I don't know when death fell in love
With me.

Karla Bardanza

2 comments:

  1. KARLA - I love this poem it is so so emotive and full of symbolism. Please don't submit to the love of DEATH - I need you alive and well and sending me some more emotional poems.

    Love WHITE KNIGHT X X X

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  2. I know not of death within your soul, for you are most alive. This poem made me weep, for the pain you feel. Blessings.

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