in the empty night
the time was there,
looking at her with its severe eyes
and its uncountable illusions,
toring apart all her dreams,
until the lost covered her,
and she could not fly anymore,
to the throne where the spouse
was waiting her, above.
© Diana Mistera 2007
E anche questa mi piace assai... Mi piace molto come ti stai esprimendo negli ultimi tempi. Non che le altre che scrivi fossro meno belle... ma queste hanno un che di diverso... Brava.
ReplyDeleteChiara
A fascinating poem, remains me of ancient Kalevala. There's a story of bride and spouse who never ever get each other, and Amorphis has made a song about it, called Tuonela. "No groom for brides of plaited hair / my bride's wealth in death".
ReplyDeleteI like your poem, sad and beautiful.
And still longer are the nights than days...
-Tanja