The Flowers just like you

Albert Elod

Like a breeze on a scorching day

I was refreshed by your full, trembling heart

Only an angel of light

Has a voice so soft


Oh! Honey, what would I not give?

Be with me on earth

But flowers just like you

Are shattered in the wind

Scatter without saying a word

 

I sit in the flowerbed

the shadow lengthens

My thoughts shudder again!

When he reads you again


I hear a rustle on my way

A stream hums notes

from a song with broken measures

I'm dreaming, in my mind

I rinse so clearly

The voice i loved without borders

 

And when the dawn breaks

I hold an oak flower in my hand

To be able to know fully

the outstretched wing of meekness


And when the sun goes down

Blackening the right horizon

I see you sick in bed

dying slowly, slowly

Tears starting to fall

they give birth to chains of light

 

Thinking that one day

I'll see you again, it gives me strength

To parry the sword that swings to reap my soul

Like a wheat ear

 

Will the soul remain in the cold body?

Or get up and leave

At the port to the stars

The moon's rays to wash it

 

A tornado lifts you 

To step on the cloud lift

Among the abysses, among the straits

Star dust, you leave behind

 

Open the sky for me

to be able to see your gentle light

when the moon is a miracle

and be with me!

 


Go down a starry ladder

Come with a gem in your forehead

Don't change your appearance!

Because it's as fresh as spring.

 

 

  • Author: Albert Elod (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 1st, 2022 02:51
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 24
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Oh! Honey, what would I not give?
    Be with me on earth
    But flowers just like you
    Are shattered in the wind
    Scatter without saying a word

    I sit in the flowerbed
    the shadow lengthens
    My thoughts shudder again!
    When he reads you again

    I hear a rustle on my way
    A stream hums notes
    from a song with broken measures
    I'm dreaming, in my mind
    I rinse so clearly
    The voice i loved without borders'..
    (love the ambiguity, you threaded
    into what reads like, such a tender
    exploration of intimate emotions..
    'indeed, if only
    our flowery shampoo's
    could also, wash away
    and heal
    those prickly thorns, imbedded
    by impassioned love's
    deep bruises'..)
    a great read
    thanks for sharing, dear poet

    • Albert Elod

      you just saw my best creation i m glad you apreciate my wort it took me 3 days or something...

      • L. B. Mek

        'we're only as good as our last
        and as bad as our next, in all
        that we do in life'
        I have a feeling, you have a few more 'best creations'
        to come, dear poet
        thanks again for sharing..
        if you enjoy writing
        then, keep that mighty pen striving

        • Albert Elod

          i m romanian this poem i translated...

        • Rocky Lagou

          Wow the imagery you're displaying is so rich! "To parry the sword that swings to reap my soul / Like a wheat ear." Wow, I mean that is so beautiful. I find the central theme a little sad though since it's about the passing of a lover but as you mention, that hope that you'll be reunited one day is fervent. An amazing journey.

          • Albert Elod

            Tank you my friend i wasn't sure if others would like my art, i like it a lot i like to read it 2 times evrynowandthen, but now i know it s really good



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