Maria Makeski

Homesickness (Part Three)

Poem by Maria Makeski

The city will be dead when the night falls.
The sleeping soul’s dreams stand like moms
Above their heads.
There is no night for me.
Darkness everywhere.
There is no sun shining in my soul,
No spark.
Your big eyes are the only thing
That produce weight in my mind,
My homesickness is fired for your love.

There are no drops of power left
In my tears,
I was bleeding from your words,
I was closed in a dark room like a lonely dog.
Blind, without eyes,
I am still looking for your body and face
For a bosom,
To embrace them and smile,
To forget about every one of your denials.

Little by little,
My memories for you will be paled as death.
There will be a day
When they will be ripped
Under a tree,
And songs will be sung
To let all memories go
Under the earth,
To sleep in peace.
But, I wonder if my love will disappear,
Or will it live in freedom in the sky?

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  • Evgenija Grande (3/6/2007 2:52:00 PM)

    I read all three parts, it brought tears to my eyes. How unbelievably heartbreakingly beautiful.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 27, 2011