My eyes were ringed with darkness
And the dew of sadness
Blanketed my genes.
Your words of love
Sat on the left angle of my lips.
I wanted you to be able
To continue this story of love,
But the chestnut leaves yellowed
So dramatic in autumn,
The wind tortured itself
In the cold air
And the cold penetrated forever
The spine of my loneliness.
Only with you
I have seen the unseen
And I understood
The meaning of un-meaning.
Only you can make love
To have a deep sense.
You became my cherished memory,
My longing aches
Inside my wet polished stone,
Seemingly shining
In the wave of my life river.
My eyes of silence
Drip the tears of time
I still close them in deep moments
To feel my existence.
I open them again
Into another world.
I see the birds flying and I understand
That's my spiritual flight and must be
Upwardly sensed forever.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the poem has a deep meaning.