Visage - Poem by Mihaela Pirjol
I scanned the streets and I assured my senses;
My unbridled emotions in this wildest heart of mine,
Of safeness form encounter's fear;
For nowadays, I fear to hope, and
I cannot seek his sight no more.
Then a sudden tenderness, a warmth of tone
Grew subtly gentle nuances within my voice,
As if divinity found its throne upon my soul.
Beguiled in bewilderment I stood amidst
A blockage in the course of traffic,
Forced to glance my sight on my right side;
Too late to feign indifference…
His gentle visage before my way—dumbfounded!
A visage amidst the crowd, gazing with ecstatic eyes:
Into his memories, into our love, into my eyes...
So unexpectedly rose...and rosy was
In July's dusky light of golden-rose.
Supple fingers pressed upon his lips:
Could have been resting, or, perhaps delivering a kiss...
Magnetized, with avid eyes, I immortalised Visage!
Awed in splendour of light and love revived
I drifted sublimely, mesmerizingly, into our romance...
A melancholic face amidst the golden sun-rays:
So dear to me a face, so long I gazed upon, so long ago…
The endearing feature that I hold in mind;
The elusive lover he has become...
In a fraction of a second, that gentle look
Profoundly grew, flourishing our love fugitive,
Timidly within my heart; in that fleeting moment,
Vanished was the world around us, and we remained:
Embalmed in a static serenity and bliss.
Fascinating apparition neutralising the mundane...
A flicker of love, blazing and brightening
An ordinary summer-day into extraordinary;
Allowing a window wide-open into everything
Thought shattered by time, scattered in amnesia.
I looked, and I bathed my thirsty heart into his look,
Holding dearly that gossamer, wistful image
As a talisman for my future days, as company.
Long shall I carry it in here, inside my heart;
This precious intimity engraved into my memory.
For seeing him, it's like a rainbow of sun-rays
Driving away an heavy cloud of rain,
Gathered around my heart in his absence.
Its sweetness shall accompany my frailty of heart,
All future starry skies that I may gaze upon,
Dreaming dreams of him beneath the moonlight;
Any future spumous agitation of the ocean,
With its gentle breeze that may caress my face,
Whispering nostalgic notes of aestival exuberance
Abundant with songs, smiles, and reveries;
Innocence and imagination, idyll and exaltation;
With all the butterflies I felt, but, feared to fly:
I adore Love's glorious grace of beauty and divine!
Embracing the mystical magic of closeness in absence,
Measuring our love with an elastic heart
Across distance and time—a steadfast endurance;
A broad vision of complexity, a spiritual yearning...
As this affectionate tenderness dispersed subtly
Through every unknown fibre of my being:
And it flew...it flew to times known only by us:
It flew back to us.
I think I saw his face today…
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