Poezii

Nicolae Sirius Days passing As days pass, the silence cries more softly In you; here a bramble, there a pond with small Dead leaves. As days pass, your reflexion fades. The prince remarked how special you were When you bared your soul to him. And now all it takes to conjure you up Is to picture the flame in your eyes Your lacy hand veined with scintillating life. All it takes to conjure you up Even when I ache to forget you Is to imagine a vast river, a river you wished Never to carry a name, winding slowly; More like dance than a formless flow Beneath the hands; the imperious, contriving Guilty yet shameless hands that the prince concealed In proud, blood-coloured gloves. Insomnia returns with that river Appearing to me, even if only for a moment; An insomnia impossible to disclose to you Yet one that has killed me With more assurance than the attraction Which covets you in every thought; A listlessness that presents a confusion I could not decipher: how before we met I already knew you. Poetry page