Olimpia Sarb

My Hair - A Frame For Your Beautiful Flower - Poem by Olimpia Sarb

You want to put a red flower in the loneliness of my hair.
But my hair isn’t long enough
To become a frame for your beautiful flower.
Your hand has to wait, your fingers need to sigh
In the hesitant air.

To change my hair
Into a frame for your beautiful flower
Your fingers should pick the shadows of the moon,
Your lips should forget their love spells
Into the sweet depth of a silver spoon.

And I should swallow
Those drops of mysterious love spells
At dawn, in the crystal of Light
When miracles sing in the heart of bells,
When day light comes again in sight.

One day the heaven of your touch will put in my hair
The red drop of flower, with love -
As Time puts the flowers of seconds in a Running Hour,
As God paints in white a dove.

Let’s wait for another day to come,
Let me sleep in the warmth of your days.
Neither you nor I
Can make Time mend its pace.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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