My twin sister

Lorenz

   Beloved twin ,

I'm writing you this last letter

before leaving the kingdom of limbo

 I'll find the light again .

Would I be happier for it ?

__________________________

My twin sister you're still in the nowhere

  I left alone .

You'll keep the house .

I have an appointment ...

We parted on a quay  empty of time.

The big clock always one departure late .

I embarke for a present 

who drew lots for me ...

Gemini deprived of angel wings

like a clumsy  bird ...

 Life is an imperfect astrology !

Trigons of faces in the dragon's eye ...

Symphony before a storm of clouds.

 But it's not you , 

a temperamental avatar playing us...

Yet your voice resounds in every glance.

Pale echo melody falling asleep 

in a long -haul  flight ...

Between the dark and  fire 

of our intimate continent...

My twin sister ,my seed mate,

reflection in the murky

water of my desire ...

 You, so gracious

to the non-choice 

I ,prisoner of the inspired...

My words reach you, 

and you hold them ,

everlasting bouquet,

to your breast ...

You know that the child won't come,

because you carry me within you ...

 I hold your hand in the dawn 

 of our silence ...

  I love these shades of marine-emerald

along the shores of  your oceans ...

  Love in the equivocal time's mirror...

 Sorcerer's kiss at my bedside .

   Last night the train will stop 

   in a state of limbo ...

    I'll go to you ,loaded down

  with tomorrow's  luggage ...

   Under the big clock ,

that never tells the truth ,

 you'll be there ,waiting for us .

 My fragile tween flower ,

 before the next departure .

  Our wonderful adventure...

 

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 23rd, 2025 09:31
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Ellen Marsell
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  • Ellen Marsell

    The poem is like a mystical farewell symphony. A deep, tender requiem addressed to that part of oneself which remained in another dimension. This letter is both a testament, a goodbye, and a promise of reunion. I love it.

    • Lorenz

      I like this sentence :
      '' I hold the hand of shadow ! "

    • sorenbarrett

      You know what it is to hear discordant music this poem was so many chords that needed resolution. Metaphor after metaphor and I am just now recovering. A good read Lorenz that is satisfying in its shifts of direction.

      • Lorenz

        I get lost in the labyrinth of this other myself !



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