ICON…
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

Buds filled with sap
And clothed in morning dew

Send kisses through the
Warm embrace of the early sun-beams.

And their kisses take wings,
They fly towards the clear horizon,

Awakening forgotten icons of a
Bygone feeling
In my mind.

The old, grand love
Awakens inside this wandering soul.

That moment –
Oh, what supremacy enwrapped it!

These are the killing thrills
Of the sweet, sensual loving –

My sweet, sensual loving,
The dark, painful remorse
Of a self – destructive love.

A war between ideals and reality,
A sad episode from the race towards
A supreme ideal.

A calm wind caresses my senses
While the warm summer beams

Awake sweet, but inexistent kisses,
Enchanting verses enwrapped inside
Alien feelings.

And my soul keeps dreaming
On a summer cloud…


Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania, 2004