GOOD NIGHT, ANGEL OF MARBLE!
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

Hundreds of wandering
Soft petals
That fly through
The breaths of the wind
Like multicoloured phantoms
Meet at the crossroads
Of silence.
This is where
The paths of infinity
Begin,
Where a velvety
Togetherness of shadows
That kiss each other mysteriously
Meets its accomplished
Destiny.
Each petal
Shakes its balmy body
And spreads its enchantment
Into the entire atmosphere.
Only the sweet, white rose
Stands still and quiet.
Its life was the flight
Of the dancing petals
Which are now so restlessly
Being carried by the wind,
A spot of light and colour
That sparkles in space
For one more moment,
Still warming up the place
Where it used to breathe.
The rose is just a shadow now.
A shadow that
Slowly disappears
Into the dim distant lights.
Cold and with
Marble – like petals,
It silently vanishes
Into a book
With invisible pages.
And so, it was born,
It loved
And now it passes away
Without uttering a word…
It lets its graceful petals
Scatter away into the
Song of scents,
Each of them calling,
Shedding a drop of drew
Filled with the sand
Of the stars above,
Announcing their birth,
Love
Or inevitable death.
And now, holding its own
Funeral urn
In its faint arms,
Inside which its soul
Sleeps coldly and wordlessly
Even after its having passed away,
The rose heads towards
Another unknown garden
Without anyone seeing,
Feeling or knowing
Anything about its existence.
Good night,
Angel rose with
Marble petals!
Good night!


Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania