Mariana Eftimie Kabbout
The Shadow Of My Soul - Poem by Mariana Eftimie Kabbout
I found myself in the middle of a perfect sphere
Drawing a shadow with a troubled look and grizzled hair.
It started to climb towards the top of a golden pyramid
There’s the place where my dreams are hanging by a frail thread.
Even the shadows never talk, I can hear a voice...
„If you want to paint with black or white, what’s your choice? ”
Who’s talking there, who are you? ...I’ve asked with fear...
„Don’t be afraid... I’m your wild soul, my dear..”
Tangled questions rush suddenly in my empty mind.
Where’s the light, where, God? ... or perhaps I’m blind...?
What I need, a chance, new face or another name?
’Cause I don’t know what to choose, I remain the same.
In the obscure mirrors of time an answer seems to be found
Then I see the trace of my bleeding leathers on the blessed ground...
Clumsy hands still paint a shadow which says like an enchanting artist:
Love is an art...life is a dream…
… and me, your soul, just a dancer on a bridge covered by mist...
... but you couldn’t be loved if I wasn’t ever exist! ..
copyright: Mariana Eftimie Kabbout
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