MEDITATION ON A RAINY DAY
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

The long awaited darkness falls, casting grey shadows on the walls of this gloomy, weary room.

And I am sitting here, alone, near the fireplace, in the twilight hour, watching the joyful dance of the red flames of the fire and the dying embers fading and warming up my face.

In this peaceful solitude my mind is like an open window. I can hear images and see songs that no poet has ever painted.
So strange…

Half awake and half in dreams, I can hear voices calling out to me, calling straight to my heart, urging me…and I let them carry my soul away, lead me gently into another world where the brilliance of beauty will defeat the darkness of the day.

These wistful sounds awake me from my shallow sleep, sweetly seduce me and I let them take me, play games within my mind.

Now I find myself in the middle of an ancient valley. I can see the dry, pale-colored autumn leaves falling to the ground and rustling down the alley.

The air gets cold and I hear the high, chilly winds blow through the trees. The rain falls softly on my face and I watch the black clouds in the sky thronging as if fighting one against the other.

The whole world seems to be caught within the hour of mortality.

Life seems to be a blown-out candle. Still, there is no pain, no suffering, not a sigh, just some kind of melancholy feeling. Nature's soul is enchained by its own sorrow.

Life is a discouraged, feeble bird moving its wings faintly, flying instinctively and aimlessly.

The icy kisses of the rain drops touch the dead leaves on the ground and make them glitter, in spite of their rusty colours.

Hundreds of souls seem to be dancing in the moonlight, trying to defeat the depression of the darkness.

The rustle of the leaves changes into an odd, incomprehensible song; their millions of voices blend into a single voice.

The air is vibrant and there is a constant, steady rhythm of a heart that beats…

The whole world is a prison one could never escape from. Looking into the shadows, I have the feeling I'm forever trapped in here.
The sounds are growing louder, making me shudder.

I am waiting numb and frozen for the sunrise.

I am caught in the landscape of emotion and feel the warmth of all devotions.

Is it a dream or is it all real?

I wonder: Could it all be just an illusion? Are they all just illusive feelings?


Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania, 2004