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PHOENIX HEART
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia The sky is mourning… From its holy home, among the moonlit dreams, a star has fallen down in shivers… And the star I see slowly descending into death is the star of love… The air is silent, the world stands still. The voice within my heart is frozen, its star has been so cruelly torn apart… And now there is only this deep, painful wound bleeding in never-ending streams that flood my mind, my body, my soul… An unknown and unwritten song starts flowing from inside myself and wraps up the entire world – but can anyone but me hear it? A whisper takes wings from my lips and soars high towards the heavens. Sipping the last hope from the cup of chances, I wonder if it is not just an illusion that will soon poison me and freeze my heart forever, leaving my body breathless and motionless. Oh, if only I could freeze this emotion and never feel this again, or if only I could just burn it to ashes and then let it revive like a Phoenix into a life where love has no place and meaning. How can I forget that I even exist? I wish I could embark on the ship of carelessness and oblivion, I wish I could throw myself in the ocean of numbness and die like a wave that comes against the shore, kissing the last moments in foamy passion and bluish delight. I gaze into the dark night sky… it’s so clear… so many stars… not a cloud to disturb this universal perfection. Please take me away from this love and its burning pain that tortures me with every breath I take… The dagger keeps twisting into my heart deeper and deeper. Why all this? Why? The sea is motionless, so tranquil. Yet, I hear its calling. And as it’s falling asleep into eternal quietness, it surrounds me with its endless azure mirrors. I want to dive into its wonders, I want to turn into a wave and fade… The only wave that dies into the blue dream of the night. My heart – a Phoenix forever burning in the sun. Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania
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